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sleepdeprivedsimp234 · 1 year ago

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Yall seemed to like the FlouiGov idea, so I'm writing it :3 Also Penn is an asshole (but we knew this already).

(@simpyfrog angy Loui ✨)

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Florida, Gov, and Louisiana were all relaxing in the Pelican State's room in a makeshift pile of blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals. Florida was leaned up against the wall with Gov snuggled into his side, and Loui's head was in Gov's and Gov was gently playing with Loui's hair. The two Southern states were lost in their conversations, and Gov sat there and listened lovingly. It was overall a very peaceful atmosphere.

Gov had no idea how he had landed someone as beautiful as Louisiana, and as handsome as Florida, but he wasn't complaining. He loved them both, very much. And he was pretty sure they loved him. He loved how Florida could be chaotic and reckless and go burn something to the ground for the hell of it, but also be sweet and caring and loving and calm in his own Florida-Man ways. He loved how absolutely carefree and friendly and laid back and loving and adorable Louisiana was, and how one look into Loui's oh so beautiful eyes could melt away all of his problems. Was that sappy as sh*t? Yea, but Gov didn't care. It was all true. He was head-over-heels for the two southerners, and nothing could change that. Pretty much everybody knew as well. Everybody except.... Pennsylvania.

He hasn't told his father about his relationship, and honestly part of him didn't want to. PA wasn't necessarily abusive, but he had neglected Gov pretty much all his life, only paying actual attention to him when it came to work or if Gov did something wrong. And he clearly favored IDC, Gov's sister, more. When Gov came out as trans and bisexual, Penn was all like "Okay yea whatever that's fine", but when Itsy (IDC. I saw a hc about this being the nickname Gov gave her cuz he couldn't say her name properly when he was younger, and I ran a f*cking marathon with it-) came out as a lesbian, he made a much bigger deal about it. Honestly Gov wanted nothing more than at least his father's attention and approval, but not just during work. But he would also feel pretty bad if he told everyone except the man that raised him. PA was still his father.

"Hey guys?"

"Yea Mi/Mon Amor/Amour?" the two southerners responded.

"I think I want to tell Pennsylvania about us." Gov said.

"I'm fine wit' dat." Loui said, smiling.

"Yea same."

"I'm just.... Scared." Gov said.

"Of what Mon Amour?" Loui asked with a concerned expression.

"Of what he'll say."

"Ain't he datin' Mass and Mary tho? I don't think he'll care about you datin' us, sha "

"No no no- I don't mean that...." Gov said.

"Then what do you mean, amor?" Florida asked, giving Gov a little peck on the cheek.

"It's just- I don't think he'll appreciate me being in relationship. He wants me to focus on the work of being the personification of the federal government." Gov said with a bit of sadness in his voice and eyes.

Loui sat up and instantly wrapped Gov in a koala hug. Gov was a tad bit surprised at first, but he eventually hugged back and melted into the hug and allowed a few tears to roll down his cheeks. He sighed contently when he felt Florida wrap his arms around the two of them.

"Listen Amor, you don't have to tell PA if you don't want to. But if you do, and he says something bad, I will send the meth gators." Florida said with his signature Florida-Man chuckle and smile.

"Ohohoho god-" Gov laughed.

"I won't send anything but my fist to that connard's smug ass face." Loui said with the wild grin and look in his eyes that the two taller states adored so much.

"Please don't do that!!" Gov exclaimed with a small sigh. He would hate to have to TRY to break up a fight between PA and Louisiana. He knew damn well that if Loui threw a punch, PA would fight him. And probably hurt him really bad. Ofc tho, the other way around would be pretty bad as well. They were both very experienced fighters, and were pretty damn good at fighting.

"I can't make any promises, sha~"

"Oh dear...."

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Gov walked into the kitchen with Loui and Florida not far behind him. He saw PA standing there, leaning against the counter with his phone, and Mass, Texas, and NY were sitting in the living room.

Gov sighed as he walked up to his father, fidgeting with his fingers nervously. "Hey Da- I mean Pennsylvania?"

PA looked up from his phone. "Whaddya want?"

Gov actually debated turning around and running back to his room, but he decided that he might as well just get it over with.

"I'm.... Currently in a relationship... With someone. Well- two someones." Gov said.

"You shouldn't do that. You are the personification of the US government, and you need to focus on your work. Not a relationship." PA said, sounding annoyed. Ehhhh Gov didn't like that.

"I-I-I-I know, but-"

PA interrupted him. "No buts, I said what I said." He tried his best to ignore the hurt look in Gov's eyes. He hates seeing Gov sad, but he never did anything about it when it happened.

And oh boy did Louisiana not like that answer. He stepped up and stood in front of Gov in an almost protective manner, despite Florida's efforts to stop him. "Oh hell nah- Who da hell do ya think you are to tell im' what he can an' cant do wit' his own life?"

"Why tf does it matta' to you bud?" Penn asked.

"Cuz that's ma' damn partner yer talkin' to right dere'." Loui said, glaring into the taller state's soul. He can sense some slight fear stirring in Pennsylvania. Good. Very good.

"Well I'm his father, if ya must know."

"Oh yea I know. I know this very well. And by da way, he's a grown ass man and he can make his own life decisions." said the Pelican State.

"W-well I don't give a f*CK that he's a grown man, I'm still his father and what I say goes." PA said, mentally cursing himself for stuttering. He didn't know why he was a tad bit afraid of Louisiana right now, but he was. He noticed that his bf and the other two states in the living room, were watching now.

"His father? Y'know, ya don't seem like much of a father, Pennsylvania. Especially considering you literally paid little to no attention to him growing up. You were never f*ckin' dere' for im', ya only really interacted with him if he made even the smallest of mistakes. It doesn't really seem like you're a father, you're more like just a overwhelming shadow that looms over him to do nothing but instruct him as if he ain't a damn living being too." Louisiana said with an amount of malice and anger that left everybody present in mild shock (even Alaska, who had "just stepped out to get a drink"). Everybody was used to Loui being really really nice and friendly and laid back. He never got angry. But oh boy was it sure as hell scary. And yet, PA then had the audacity to slap the smaller across that face and start speaking again:

"I think that if you knew any better, you would shut your mouth and let me parent my kid."

And at the same time, Florida rushed over had grabbed Loui's face, running his thumb over where PA had slapped him and asking if he was okay. He kinda expected Loui to be crying a little bit, but at the same time he was not surprised by the dangerous look in the smaller's eyes and the bloody grin on his face. Well shi-

Next thing they knew, Louisiana landed a good hard punch across PA's face, which sent him back a bit. He waited until PA regained his composure to scratch him across the face with his claws, leaving a nasty bleeding gash on the older's cheek. He whimpered a bit in pain when the older retaliated by punching him in the ribs and threw him to the ground.

PA started to walk away, thinking he had won, but then he felt himself get tackled to the ground by something smaller and grunted a bit. He flipped around just in time to see Louisiana draw back his fist and punch him again, he time surely breaking his nose, based in the loud crack and wave of pain that shot through his face.

The other state's saw this is a good time to butt in. Alaska was the brave soul that quickly walked over and managed to pry a very pissed of Louisiana off of PA, who was roughly pulled to his feet by Texas and Massachusetts.

"Cmon Alaska! I wasn't done with him!!" Loui said, struggling in Alaska's hold.

"Jesus Christ- you broke his damn nose- stop squirming- I think that's more than enough, little guy." Alaska said,chuckling a bit at the smaller's craving for further violence. He set down Louisiana but kept a firm grip on his shoulders so that he couldnt get away.

Florida and Gov ran over to where Alaska was holding Loui captive. Florida instantly wrapped the Pelican State in a hug and Gov checked him over for any serious injuries. Aside from a bloody lip and some possibly bruised ribs, Loui seemed to be okay.

How? Gov didn't know. Normally those that got into a fight with PA would be in worse condition, but in this case, PA was the one that was in worse shape than his opponent.

"Uh- Thanks Alaska. For prying him off my father." Gov said, looking up at Alaska with a partially forced smile.

"Whatever. It's no big deal. Here you can have your feral cat back, I'm gonna go back to the wilderness." Alaska said, letting go of the Pelican State. 'Hehe wait til Hawaii hears about this sh*t!' he thought to himself before walking back to the garage.

The three states walked over to where NY was sitting in the living room.

"Ya good Swamp-For-Brains?" New York asked Louisiana, not looking up from his book.

"Ofc sha. Can't say the same for PA tho." Loui responded, gesturing towards where PA was with Texas and Mass. Texas was patching up the older whilst Mass was lecturing him on how stupid his actions were.

York turned around and laughed a bit at the sight. "Moron shoulda kept his mouth shut and his hands to imself'."

"Exactly." Loui said, smiling proudly.

"I also got that sh*t on video for entertainment purposes if any of you morons want it." York said.

"Yea sure." Said everybody....

=====================@freshwolfprofessoreggs hehe PA finally got punched :) =====================

#welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #wttt #ben brainard #wttt louisiana #wttt massachusetts #wttt gov #wttt new york #wttt texas #wttt florida #wttt pennsylvania #wttsh

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star-going-supernova · 10 months ago

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(if I've broken the prompt rules I apologise I couldn't find them) I would absolutely adore if you continued the Coroline prompt. You do such amazing loving body horror (certain BatIM fics of yours comes to mind). Also faced with the harsh outside and having experienced the warmth and love of the animatronics Gregory has much less to fight to return to than Coroline did. Also one other mother vs 6/7 big ass animatronics, odds ain't in his favour.

Tumblr generated prompt (yes I’m still working on those!) number 5 was a free space, so I decided to use it for this! There was some interest in seeing a continuation of Blind Eyes and I am not above flattery, lol (also, here's my prompt rules page for anyone looking for it!). I debated long and hard on whether or not to have Gregory actually agree, and I think I’m happy with my decision. :) Warning for the stabbing of a child, and also, you saw the prompts. You know where this is going ;)

New Eyes

It was like the universe was conspiring against him. A mere two days—two days!—after he escaped out into the cold night, shivering more from fear than the chill, and swore to himself never to return to the pizzaplex, Gregory was back in the pizzaplex.

And it was not by choice.

He’d literally been kidnapped from his cardboard box shelter and dragged into the one building that he feared going into most. Yes, more than the CPS offices or, like, a police station. He’d fought the masked woman, half convinced she was somehow working for the animatronics, but she’d injected something into his arm that made it really hard to keep his eyes open and even harder to move.

And that was how he found himself on the floor of a storage room. The door locked behind his abductor, leaving him alone as he slowly regained control of his body.

Joke was on her, though. He was already eyeing the vent as he got his wobbly legs under himself.

Gregory just wanted to get out of the pizzaplex before he could be found by someone more dangerous than his literal kidnapper. That was all he was asking for. Such a small, simple thing. He already knew the place’s layout and most of its secrets, even. What could go wrong?

Four hours and many, many harrowing close calls later, Gregory stared in numb shock down at the knife sticking out of his chest and realized—everything.

There was a rush of movement and noise around him that he didn’t pay any attention to. He couldn’t look away from the growing stain of blood soaking into his shirt. It was stupid, but all he could think was, She ruined my favorite shirt. Scratch that, my only shirt. Now I have to steal a new one, ugh.

It was as the sharp, burning pain began to fade and his blinks started to last longer that it occurred to Gregory that—oh. He wouldn’t need to worry about acquiring a new shirt.

He was going to die.

Struck through with panic, Gregory jolted back into himself after having felt very far away and scrambled just to grab on to something—something solid and grounding. His hand latched on to a piece of metal that his mind had a hard time accepting as Freddy’s arm.

More awareness returned.

Freddy was cradling him to his chest and walking the fastest he could without breaking into a run—the fastest he could without jostling Gregory. Ears ringing, it took Gregory another moment to comprehend the deep, soothing sound of his voice: “Hang on, superstar, just hang on. You will be all right, I promise.”

Gregory involuntarily whimpered. He reached for the knife, thoughtless, and another hand appeared to catch his and gently guide it away. Chica’s hand, from over his head.

“That creep probably snatched him and had him all this time,” Roxy snarled from somewhere behind Freddy.

“Shouldn’t’ve given her such a quick end,” Monty agreed with a growl.

Even if Gregory had had the wherewithal to really understand what was happening, he wouldn’t have corrected them. Let them think his disappearance from their lives hadn’t been his choice. They couldn’t get mad at him for it, then.

He realized belatedly that he was crying, silent tears sliding unendingly down his cheeks. Freddy glanced down at him, just once, and his jaw creaked as he clenched it tight.

“Hurts,” Gregory whined. He tried to grab the knife again, born of a very childlike insistence that getting rid of the thing that hurt got rid of the hurt. Chica once more intercepted him. The fleeting thought that she had probably been doing this longer than he’d been aware passed there and gone through his mind.

Everything was kind of blurry and too loud and moving too fast, so when Chica reassured him, “It’ll stop soon, and you’ll be right as rain,” Gregory could only think she meant that he’d stop hurting when he died. His lungs hitched.

A while later, during which he’d closed his eyes and drifted without really noticing or meaning to, he was tugged back to reality when Freddy shifted him and started to set him down. And instead of the soft give of a cushion beneath him, it felt like Gregory was being carefully lowered into an oddly shaped hole. Something that was just his size and shape…

When it clicked, he sucked in a frightened breath and tried to lean up into Freddy and away from the metal animatronic suit. “N-no, please,” he stuttered.

“I know you are scared, superstar,” Freddy said, almost painfully gentle and understanding. “But it will be over quickly, I promise. I cannot lose you.”

Gregory shook his head, tears coursing faster down his cheeks. “Please don’t,” he whispered, and he hiccuped, which turned into a wheezy cough. “I can’t—”

“Hush, we have you,” Freddy soothed. Someone else was carefully arranging Gregory’s limp limbs while Freddy held up his head and torso. Cold metal slid along his legs and wrapped around his wrists. It didn’t hurt, not yet.

He shuddered, remembering the vicious spikes lining the spine. The knife jostled, and Gregory’s vision and hearing went fuzzy for a moment. He came back slowly, to a chorus of frantic whispers above him.

“Freddy,” Gregory said, barely loud enough to hear himself, and he didn’t know what he wanted, what he was begging for.

“Quickly now,” said Bonnie’s voice. More hands skimmed over him, adjusting his body. “He doesn’t have much longer.”

A hand that he knew was Freddy’s brushed through his bangs. Gregory couldn’t open his eyes. “It is time, superstar, for you to come home.”

If anyone else said anything to him after that, Gregory didn’t hear them. He knew only a shocking amount of pain as the knife was pulled free, and he was shoved down into the body of the suit.

Sharp, bright points of agony lit up along his back, and he knew only distantly that his mouth fell open in a silent scream, all the air already having been punched from his lungs with the removal of the blade. He lost all sensation below his neck as the worst of the spikes pierced through him, and Gregory was just awake enough to start to choke on blood before the light beyond his eyelids went dark.

Cold metal closed over his face, pressing along his wet cheeks and cradling his jaw and forehead. It was almost like a stiff, full body hug, a weight that was nearly comforting. He was surrounded and immobile and dying and cold, but he deliriously thought he could feel the love poured into every screw and spring and sleek curve of metal. It was made for him.

There was a snap, or a vibration, or a tightening pressure against his skin—or maybe all three—and then with an all-encompassing sparky sort of jolt that was more warm than painful, Gregory blacked out.

And later, much later, when he woke, he saw the world through new eyes.

#i answered a thing #nos4ay2 #gojiboy2019 #fnaf fic #fnaf security breach #star's stories #life and times of star

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tobiasdrake · 9 months ago

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Entering The Forlorn Temple.

Yeah, this place looks pretty forlorn alright. But I wouldn't necessarily say it's any more forlorn than the woods I was just in.

Oh, cool, the sun's coming out. It must be dawn.

I. Uh. I guess. That means I could have waited five minutes and not fought the Leaf Monster that only comes out during full moon nights. <.< Awkward.

There's probably a lesson in that about impulsivity but fuck if I'm gonna learn shit when I'm on a mission!

Wait wait wait, the Demon King destroyed our stronghold? We had a stronghold?

*think think think think think*

...what, Clockwork Castle? Or something else? Sorry, I was super invested in the Luana Fable and didn't pay much attention to any of the other key history lessons. As the goddess teaches, "I have better things to do with my life than pay attention to a boring-ass instructor."

No, for real, if it's Clockwork Castle, I am going to laugh so hard. You have no idea.

Because that already belonged to them in the first place.

You can't just say shit like that to a follower of Luana and expect a cautious response, my guy. What you have described is a pristine MBD (Mad Bitchin' Deed) just begging for a bold enough ninja to carry it out.

I am that ninja. I am the night. A shadow dancing around the edge of a moonbeam. A grasping hand around your back. A knife in a locked storeroom. I am.....

...wait, I think I said that wrong. Can I have a do-over?

This is it. "Oh, Ninja, you're too much of a wimp to make this jump" FUCKING WATCH ME

...what?

That's. That's not supposed to happen. I was supposed to soar like an eagle and look awesome doing it. I don't understand.

Is someone coming to let me out so that I can try again?

...

Does impulsiveness have consequences?

HOLY FUCK WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU

I mean. Hi? You look like a very nice... uh... tadpole?

That sounds horrifying. I'm sorry that you were born some sort of eldritch embodiment of terror.

Yeah, that's pretty understandable. I was. Um. Pushed. By someone very large. No idea who. He just came along and shoved me. It was super rude.

............

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ALL OF THE SHARDS ARE MINE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Bestie, you're gonna be sad you missed out on this!

...

Oh. I made myself lonely.

There we go. HEY BESTIE HOW'S THINGS?

Yeah, we're down here right now. On purpose. I did this super cool triple backflip quarter axle maneuver into a swan dive and shot straight down this huge pit. It was the best. Sorry you missed it.

How are things? Did you know I just fought a Leaf Monster? It was so cool. Didn't even touch me once. He was like "HAHA Razor Leaves!" and I was like "This ain't fuckin' Pokemon asshole SCHWAZING".

I was amazing.

._. Please validate me fighting a Leaf Monster because it was very scary and you are my only friend. Apart from the shopkeep who I might not be allowed to associate with.

Purple wizard? Purple wizard! Some sort of necromancer, I guess! Maybe Roro? I remember reading about a necromancer named Roro. I think she was a close, personal friend of Luana's.

Let's see. If that is Roro, then I believe the phrase to identify me as a friend to her is... Right! Ahem.

"HEEEEEEY BESTIE!!!"

Aaaaaaaaand undead horrors. Well, that's rude. Must not have heard me.

HEY! BESTIE! WAIT U--

Okay, in my defense, that time was an accident. But it is nice to see you again, all the same.

Please don't be jealous that I was calling the necromancer "Bestie". For you, it's a term of endearment because we're besties, but for her, it's a code phrase. It's supposed to make her realize that we're friends and stop trying to kill me.

Well, I was getting to that. But then I saw these cool catacombs and decided of my own volition, mind you that I would come check them out. It's like a side quest. Sometimes you're strolling along and you see this whole-ass dungeon and you're like, "There. I'm gonna go there."

So, yeah. Now I'm here. And I'm gonna finish out this deliberate sidequest and see if I get any cool rewards for it. How's life for you?

#the messenger #drake plays the messenger

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monsterfloofs · 2 years ago

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I know you’re on a roll with Zelle but how is Barbeus?? I just have a massive soft spot for big grouchy boys and I am thirsting for more about him. Like, how would he come to meet a significant other? If someone were to crack his shell and get his affection what would it be like? Sorry if that doesn’t make sense I’m sleep deprived lol

Oh my gosh, you are totally fine and it does makes sense! Please get some sleep if you can ahhhh dkdjdidjssk

I think Barbie is actually the most popular of the brothers besides Oren, grumpy business man is loved. x//Dc

In my two previous shorts I did try my best to line up a good way to talk to him! I think that's kind of the hardest part because dang he is a busy man. He is a well known workaholic, he's passionate about his city, and wants it to be a safe place.

"Where da hell did all dis crime come from?!"

If he could he would go around and make sure to root out every last one of the crooks in it- but since his hands are tied with management-- that's what JB does ahah (And Valentine, but that's not her job and her sense of passionate justice makes Barbie wish he had hair he could tear out. Damn woman keeps putting herself in danger skzkskzksi) =33

But anyway-- now you're stuck dealing with him one on one every day, in his company. :'D Which also means you'll end up dealing with Val and Jitterbug too. Which will help because those two are the closest folk to him. The people he does consider to be his friends. Even if he bickers endlessly with Val and she exasperates him, he cares about her safety. And does go to her for advice every once in a blue moon. He would immediately regret going for love advice though-- because as soon as she fINDS OUT- she would be so excited he would probably flush bright green and end the call immediately.

"N-nevermind dammit! I changed my mind-- I ain't askin for no damn, advice!!"

As my friend Mere says often, Poor Barbie. x///D

He hasn't had much luck in the love life department- because he is known for having power and money so ahhh yeah you know, some people would want to exploit that.

The good thing is, is that the demon brothers all have a knack for being able to somewhat read the intentions of others. Since they are all really powerful creatures.

So that would really be a game changer to not sense the intent of wanting to use him radiating off of someone.

It would be new, and it would be nice.

He is a bit shy under the grumpy exterior, and is used to Zelle and Deimos poking fun at him for being grumpy and super serious. Or when he goofs and lets his temper get the best of him. So he is a bit prickly at first towards jokes, or being teased.

It would take a bit of work for him to accept loving teasing, he still would squint at you and act grumpy. But he wouldn't take it personally, and might actually blush if you knew him better and wanted to be playful / flirty.

Relationship wise, he definately has more than enough means that if you needed/wanted something he can easily get it for you. But he wouldn't want any kind of compensation for it. His secret love language is gift giving and it would make him uneasy for a sign of love to be made transactional.

That's also going down a path that he was trying avoid with other people who have sought his attention so ahhhhhh nope! No sugar daddying from this guy!

But it also brings up the questions of how you would personally handle him opening up and being sweet with you (still grumpy of course hehe)

He would fight you on paying him back, or doing something as thanks, so you gotta be sneaky about it-- cuz sweet Barbie is best Barbie and he does deserve having love returned.

The man loves his sweets, cheesecake especially, and actually! It not that hard to make! So making that from scratch-- oh man he would begrudgingly have to accept that. 👀

And be grumpily blushie about it later.

It would be a hard role to be in! Because this guy really, can get whatever he wants when he wants! There's not much you could do that he already can get himself, and he is extremely independant.

I would say acts of service and words of affirmation, would be really, something that you could give that he would honestly appreciate a lot, even in the beginning of working with you.

Even just checking up on him, asking if he wants a refill of his coffee. Making sure he eats something-- Because he has a tendency to skip meals. Checking in on him in little ways and being kind.

He probably would turn you down 70% of the time-- so at some point you might just have to not ask if he wants something and just bring it to him anyway x//D

Thoughtful acts are well recieved. He'd be taken aback at first, because honestly his brain is usually so filled up with everyone and everything else, his own needs tend to be put on the back burner.

(Please eat Barbie, coffee is not a sustainable source of food sir zksksisokzks)

He respects honesty, and hard working folk the most. And showing that hey, you aren't going to rely on him for every little thing, or even doing something silly like, buying him chocolates as a sign of affection.

He would huff and puff about it, worry about your money at buying him a gift. Gently scold you, since he literally can afford a n y t h i n g-- but you know what Barbie-- Sometimes you are just gonna have to accept gifts back whether you like it or not! Some of us like gift giving too! >3< )9

I would say food / sweets is probably the best type of gift you can give him-- because I'll be honest ^^; ) He does have expensive taste for certain things, he likes his suits and ties, and as well as looking nice he wants to be comfortable. He stuck in his office all day, he wants to at least be comfortable ahhhhh

Another thing, which would be really, really sweet, a bit tough to do becuase he is a big guy, is give him a neck massage. He sits hunched over for long periods of time, and he's tense! That tenseness gets into your neck and shoulders without you even realizing it!

He would honestly really love that, and be super flustered that you offered. That would be much later down the line though! Where he would be comfy being more in close proximity with ya!

( *´∇`* )

He probably also can give you one hell of a massage too (pun hehe) because he has a very lovely pair of strong hands.

Barbie in a steadfast romantic relationship is a cuddlebug. Quietly soaking in a much time as he gets to have sharing closeness with you.

He loves his sweetie, and typically he lets his actions talk louder than words. Taking you out to dinner or buying you gifts.

But he would call you baby, doll, or sweetheart, a small sampling of some of pet names he would use to refer his sweetie by.

Kid / Kiddo -> If he's exasperated with you

and

Minx -> If you are being an extra mischevious gremlin x///D

That being said, Barbie does have a small pervy, teasing streak to him, that shows up when he's in love. Especially if you enjoy teasing him and giggle at him when he grumpy. He is going to get back at you eventually!

The day when he's like- "Ya think you're so damn funny, don't cha??" And he picks you up. . . you're in trouble♡ 8//3c

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

I hope that helped paint a clearer picture for you hun! (o´▽`o) I am glad you like my grumpy boss man and interested in my ocs! Barbie has a lot of depth to him, he is very beloved to me.

#floofyrambles #floofyocs #floofyasks #Can you tell Barbeus is one of my comfort characters? 👉👈#super long ramble #sorry guys

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welp-back-on-my-bs · 4 months ago

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The Myth of Viola Ripley

TW: talks of abuse, talks of running away, mentions of rape

This one is a songfic- :3 because I think it would work well as a Obsidian folk song about the myth of Viola Ripley

Leave Luanne

This takes place after a new king has been selected for Rohdinite and the four kingdoms have been united.

On a visit to Rohdinite, whispers of a traveling group of bards holding a big performance was going trough the town.

"MORGAN HOLY FUCK!"

André kicked down the door to the room that Morgan was shareing with their two fiances. Who both happend to be there, and were imedeately annoyed by the man's presence.

"Yes Andrè?"

But, Morgan was used to such enterences by André and Silvio.

"I got us some tickets to a show! You're comeing with me!"

"No"

Of course, Gilbert imedeately refused. He had been latched to Morgan ever since they accepted to being his and Silvios. Of course the three had their duties, but they didn't often spend time apart.

"You bitch! I wanna hang out with my friend! Lemme do thatttt"

"We can all just go-"

"Fine- I'm bringing Rio then~"

"You mother fucker-"

Morgan sighed and gave Silvio and Gilbert a kiss to calm them down, and leave Silvio in a flusterd and quiet state.

"That sounds lovely. I can't wait for it, when will it be happening?"

"That'll be tonight! But you'll need to dress down since it isn't a formal event-"

Silvio groaned a bit but nodded in acceptance.

Later thar day, the five of them were dressed in commonwear and sat in a bar.

Rio and Silvio were being held back from bickering due to their lovers being there and not wanting to be tormented later by them.

Then, music started to play as the traveling band started to sing.

"Luanne's fat lip is drying,

The bastard's bacon frying,

The shiner on her eyes gone bust and bleeding."

Morgan was quick to recognize the musicians, so, they were respectfully paying attention. A little curious too.

"He shouts, "Girl set the table!"

But he know she ain't able.

Her arm's done broke,

Hung limp like Yolk,

And softly she's repeating"

Morgan felt the tables eyes waver to them every once in awhile. Probably worried about them spiraling, or shutting down, or something like that.

So they held their lovers hand and gave them both a reassuring squeeze share that they are ok.

""Leave, Luanne,

Why don't you march out that door?

Northern woman he ain't no good to you.

Leave, Luanne.

Obsidian wants war.

But it's you dieing on her ashen plaines.

And yet, Loyal Luanne remains""

Gilbert pulled his lovers close to himself. Holding them protectively. Morgan just smiled and cuddled into him, while Silvio huffed but didn't fight it.

"Ever since he got him laied off,

His sanity's just made off.

No, he was never nice, but now he is cruel.

He rapes her and he beats her.

She don't 'fess how he treats her,

'Cause the doctren verse

Says it won't get worse,

And she won't be a fool."

Morgan made sure to kiss Gilbert's hand, to reassure him.

""You won't never leave, Luanne,

Cause if you walk out that door,

His men will be gunning for you.

No, you won't leave, Luanne,

Or he'll give you 'What For?'

You got heart where you should have had brains."

And so, Loyal Luanne remains."

Gilbert in turn kissed Morgan's hand to comfort them. They cuddled closer to their lovers.

"Someone's howling.

Screams like sighing with batterd breath.

Grating, Growling,

Never dieing

In a fate, worse than death

But months of such conditions

Turn laymen into lodgitians

And tonight the bastards sleeping like a log."

Rio looked towards André and whisperd something, any to get a shrug

"So she plucks the kitchen cleaver,

Creeps up towards his roped up lab retriever,

And she cuts the rope

And hope on hope,

She starts to shout,

"Your dog's got out!"

She's got her chance.

With no back glance

She runs out to the bog,

Screaming, screaming, "Leave, Luanne!""

When the dog was mentioned, Gilbert went ahead and poked Silvios nose. Wich earned a glare in turn from the prince.

""Leave Luanne,

You've got a life left to live

And a house hanging off the coast!

Leave, Luanne

You won't forget nor forgive,"

And she don't feel the stings, and rips, and scrapes

As finally Luanne escapes"

Gilbert leaned into Morgan's ear

"Well, for now~"

This just confirms to Morgan Gilbert knows about their Myth that they had made. Oh well.

"Swim Luanne!

Swim Luanne!

And in the swamp of beeches,

As the preacher preaches,

As the light

In the night

Holds trough the marsh and brushes

As the blood inside you rushes

Left and right

Hold on tight"

Silvio pulled Morgan onto Gilbert's lap, just so he could also hold them close. He didn't care much for the song it seemed-

"Until you reach the bank

And you crawl onto the bank

'Til you feel a little yank on your hair

And striken, stare, at the bastard

Who beat you there"

This is everything that Morgan knew and had commissioned from them to be sure to have in it, while they can figure out the rest. So they were quite curious

"The bastard lies in bed now.

Half sad his wife is dead now.

She drowned herself, in the swamp in wild dispair"

André was about to get up, but Gilbert gave the man a look that made him sit back down.

"He thinks he used to love her,

But push it came to shove her,

A wife disposed,

A wife case closed,

And none seemed to care,

To grive Luanne."

Both Morgan and Scio grabbed their drinks and took a good swig.

"Now nones on his shoulder

Bur his mattress don't feel colder

And in fact it's hellish hot, and the air is dank and steaming"

Andre and Rio seemed to be pulled back in with that little bit.

"Yet his body starts to shiver

When the window cracks a sliver

And a firy fog

From the miry bog

Pours in the room

Like a sticky gloom

And there the man

Sees dead Luanne

He's terrified,

But he keeps his pride

'Cause he knows that he ain't dreaming

And he starts screaming,"

Silvio looked over to Morgan, to silently check in on them. But they were calm, kissed his hand and smiled gentley at their lover

""Leave, Luanne,

He'll sent you back here for more,

'Cause ain't none ever loved you.""

Morgan and Silvio quietly turned to Gilbert to give him a cheek peck

"But said Luanne

"I've come to settle a score"

And she shows him her feet are bound in chains,

And loyal luanne

Remains

And remains

Someone's howling

Screams like sighing with batterd breath

Graining, growling

Never dieing

In a fate worse than death

Luanne,

She cries her miserable wail

So the bastards can never sleep again!

No, no, no reprieve Luanne

She brings their souls down to hell,

A caution to the cruelest of men.

Someone loves Luanne!

Praise be

Amen!"

The song ended, and André promptly left the bar. Everyone else followed

"The hell was with that song- it sounds like your story Morgan, with some differences of course-"

Morgan just giggled and replied

"Well, in recent years, a Obsidian myth has grown popular"

"Oh? Do tell-"

"Simpily, the myth is of a poor girl being married to an Obsidian officer. Over time she grew to despise him from the abuse and cheating the man did."

Silvio cut in with a comment

"Only natural"

Gilbert sighed and continued

"So, she made a plan to run away. Sadly, she died while escaping. Her body was recovered within a few days, haveing drowned in the lake."

Andre nodded a bit

"But Morgan survied- so ok?-"

"There is more if I am permitted to finish the story"

Gilbert smiled, annoyed with the comments and interjections

Morgan gave the man a cheek kiss

"Thank you my sweet butterfly, sometimes it feels like you're the only one who loves me~"

Silvio rolled his eyes and gave Gilbert a cheek kiss too

Witch earned and 'eww' from the other couple there

"I could just not tell~"

"Fine- please finish your story"

"Very well, the man some time later, was found as a smoldering pile of ash in his house. People have said that they saw his ex wife around since then. Appearing to those in need of freedom, wishing to save those who are tormented. Such a sweet soul has become a protector of sorts to those who wish to runaway"

"Woah- did you see her Morgan?-"

"No- that was just after I ran away from what I could put together"

"I'm sure some version of Viola Ripley gaurded you"

"Viola?"

"Ripley?"

"Yes, that was the name of the woman who died and became a legend"

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AN: wow- that was long 😅sorry about thatttt

#ikemen series #ikepri #ikemen prince #ikepri oc #ikemen prince oc

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[IMAGE ID 2: a series of screenshots by the user spot-the-ableism, Gerrysherry, Spot-the-antisemitism. the first one by spot-the-ableism says "on a alt rn, and kinda sick. but yeah, 100% I'm actually moots with him on another account. it's half I think him being in incredible pain and on hardcore painkillers + a mixture of a shit ton of different meds and half him being a fucking dickhead. wish I knew how to get some sense into him, but idk. he's def not a troll he's just a dickhead and does not know he's being a fucking dickhead, and does not at all think before he types. he's not a bad guy he's just a dick -1" the next one continuing in the thread says "he does this alot, he is on anti-psychotics and has Bipolar and does suffer from withdrawl from them at times bc his providers suck. I have a strong feeling that's happening again, I ain't defending his actions but I also do not believe in harassing ppl who are having episodes. someone does need to tell him off. -2" the thread continues "he has both good and horrible, horrible takes. he has a good heart but also he's genuinely a fucking dick, and easily falls for propaganda. love and hate him honestly, I don't want anything bad happening to him but also he's a fucking dickhead. -3" the thread continues "mixed opinions, he's an asshole and should shut the hell up sometimes. but also he's not a bad guy he just fucking sucks and needs to learn to shut up and turn the pc off when shit gets bad or get his BFF to moderate his inbox or something. ughhgghghghhhh. -4" the thread continues "I COMPLETELY TAKE IT BACK, NAH he's in the fucking wrong. BIG TIME. this is the straw that breaks the camels back my god. I didn't;t see any of the newer stuff . wtffffffff -5" the thread continues with the user gerrysherry's comment "@spot-the-ableism OK no "he's on meds all the time" is not an excuse for him to screech "I'm more oppressed than you" or "silence filty zionist" at any pushback and paints medication users badly by claiming it's not him but the meds" the thread continues with the user spot-the-ableism "Nope it is not an excuse nor does it make what he said okay, but it is an explanation of why he does randomly go on incredibly angry and defensive rants in general. Tbh I was not aware he had fallen so hard for the propaganda in the month or 2 I was not paying attention. Which is why I took most of it back, but what he said was not okay at all. Period." the next picture is a new thread by spot-the-ableism that reads "I meant before in general not in this specific case, having hardcore painkillers or other meds doesn’t make you bigoted that’s something that’s already there. I was trying to say that we should be mindful that he can and could be experiencing medication problems, and we shouldn’t go harassing people. I just want to make sure any harassment doesn’t happen to him AGAIN as he does not cope and has attempted before in the past due to harassment. Still should be called out-1" the thread continues "Still should be held accountable, he’s in the wrong and being utterly awful and horrible. But that again in general is not an excuse to harass people who are struggling already with an onslaught of harassment and hate anon’s and has for the last 4 years. Block him, swear at him, whatever, you don’t need to go fight him he won’t listen anyway. -2" the thread continues with a comment by the user spot-the-antisemitism "@spot-the-ableism I have never tried to fight him I mostly screenshotted things I made the mistake of reblogging him once and got instant harrasment" the thread continues with the user spot-the-ableism "@spot-the-antisemitism Nah not talking about you, just making sure the followers know. As I’m more worried about that, hell your followers will probably get their money’s worth of hate speech if they send asks. It’s more a “guys it’s a losing battle it just doesn’t work people have tried” the thread continues "@spot-the-antisemitism Because they will get also harassed severely by peeper, I just don’t want your followers to get hurt. Genuinely, it’s not worth it" END ID]

to set the record straight, as I have zero things to hide.

[IMAGE ID: a tumblr post by user crippled-peeper, it is a reblog chain of 3 posts. It reads “accuses me of “race faking” because I talked about being a refugee from Katrina checks my bio again first line: white man” next reblog reads “idk what’s more fucked up, that these bloggers are named “spot the antisemitism” or “ spot the ableism” or the fact that they are so racist and ableist they think the only way a white person could be a refugee is if they’re making it up” next post reads “ “you can’t be a refugee and disagree with me!!! Everyone knows that I am the arbiter of who is and isn’t a refugee as someone who lives in a gated community in the USA !!! Don’t you know I RUN A BLOG?!?!?” The tags read “#I’m so glad other people are im agreement that these kids are actual clowns not to be taken seriously at all” END ID:]

I never said or insinuated that you were not a climate refugee, nor that you were a racefaker

above is proof, I have not edited the posts nor want to. You have the reblogs to prove I in fact did not edit anything.

the things you are claiming I “did” were things that spot-the-antisemitism did and said.

intracommunity ableism is still ableism, hate speech against both Jewish and other disabled people is not okay, you can be both completely totally right to call out spot-the-antisemitism’s ableism and commit hate speech against random Jewish and disabled people. You can do both, nuance exists.

me calling you out on harmful behaviour and inciting hate speech is not a bad nor immoral thing I’d hope you would do it to me.

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if you are mad at me swearing at you may I remind you that you have committed way worse acts of hate speech and yet I gave you benefit of the doubt. People are allowed to swear at people.

i have said you may be having a horrible time right now due to medication troubles and that people should not harass you regardless. And that they should keep in mind that you have been through a lot and do not want harassment. I do also humbly apologise for swearing it was wrong of me to and not conducive to anything helpful.

if anything I have been way too forgiving, what you have said to many well meaning and non-ableist/normal disabled people has been utterly vile and yet do I use that against you? Yet do I say those same things towards you? Yet do I mean to hurt or harass you? No.

I live my life, you live yours, I care about you enough to actually call out people who do wish to hurt you. I shouldn’t, but I do. If you return my very calm and sincere response with the same energy and hatred that you usually do it is not in good faith.

you are having a hard time, a hard time always. And I do not wish to contribute to that. But I cannot stay silent and let others be hurt by what you do and you say. Words do effect reality, there are people behind these screens and I am one, and I am writing this sincerely.

again why am I ableist when I was the one to in fact call out and hold spot-the-antisemitism accountable, and explain why it was bad? I spotted the ableism, simple as that.

I am no wimp, or coward if you wish to call me horrible things I am proud to Bare it.

As I do with all things.

sincerely a disabled person who was told way worse things than this over the course of my childhood.

if you do say "KYS" or any variation of it I will be reporting you.

as that. is. hate. speech. and violent speech which. is. not. legal.

I have not discriminated against you nor malgendered you, I have only sweared at you at the worst (and called out that fakeclaiming and spewing violent hate speech is unacceptable), if anything I have been on your side on most of this.

this comes from a place of love, not hatred.

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wifeyyyy if it’s possible can i have 21, 30, & 4 for my bb sev?? 🖤

Of course you can!! 🖤🥺😩 You picked such good ones too wifey oml! (This is like 3 weeks late srry angel 😭 I'm using she/her pronouns since you do; hope that's okay! Also I'm making reader human bc they are so hard to kill or even hurt as vampires. Severen can't square up with the sun even tho I'm sure he would if he could. There were so many different scenarios I just settled on this one.)

4: Slasher fights someone for reader

21: Slasher finds reader hurt after reader goes missing

30: "Who did this to you?"

Human Fem!Reader • Near Dark if Caleb's Dad Never Found Them • Angst • Hurt & Comfort

Severen Finding His S/O Hurt

"Yer gonna create a hole in the carpet; stop pacin!" Homer grumbled after a boot knocked over the card tower he was making on the campers floor.

Severen ignored him, his spur jangled every step as he paced. "She should've been back by now...Where the hell could she fuckin' be?!...The sun 'el be up any minute!"

Homer huffed, leaning his face into his hand with an annoyed look. "Probably wisened up and went back to her normal life before she became food. She even did it before sunrise where you couldn't chase after her."

"Hush now." Diamondback muttured, leaning against a chair near the front.

Homer turned his head slowly and shot a long annoyed glare at her. "Why? She ain't one of us. If he ain't gonna turn her, then her only purpose is to be dinner in due time. Face it. She was like a walkin', talkin' prime steak waftin' in our faces everynight." He looked at Severen before he went to work on his card tower again. "She realized she was bound to be a meal one day if she didn't get lost while she had the chance."

Jesse sighed and ran a hand down his face. "The old man's got a point, Severen...It's a possibility she saw what you could do, got scared and ran off. That being apart of the night scared her bad enough to go back where she belongs."

You both had an argument after he killed someone in front of you this evening. You didn't have too much of an issue at the shady bars or creepy old men after you but this time you were in tears at what you saw. Maybe they were too young or crying too much or something? He didn't truly pay much attention. They were food. Simple. There was no other option unless you wanted him to die of starvation...But this victim still severely bothered you.

The argument got heated and ugly very quickly before he accidentally hit the side of the camper, creating a large dent in the metal. He didn't even punch it as hard as he could, just smacked his hand against it. It was a heat of the moment thing no different than you slamming something when you got heated. Him yelling at you while doing it sent the wrong message...You took that as a threat, looking at him the way most humans looked at him. The way prey looked at him. It hurt him deeply to see you flinch back with wide distrustful eyes before shaking your head and telling him you needed to clear your head. Normally he'd refuse to let you walk alone at night but he was so incredibly disappointed and pissed and confused with you that he figured it was best if you took a breather and so did he. That was over an hour ago. With dawn approaching and you nowhere in sight; he was becoming worried.

Severen shook his head. "Nah...No, she wouldn't do that. She don't look at it like that!"

"Sure she wouldn't. She's just so special, ain't she?" Homer sarcastically muttured. Severen kicked his boot out and knocked over his card tower again. This time on purpose.

Homer closed his eyes with a long exhale through his nostrils before he got up, throwing his hands up. "FINE. If it bothers you that damn bad, go look for her!"

Severen gritted his teeth with a wry grin. "Not a bad idea, lil boner. First smart thing outta yer mouth all night-"

Severen went to the door but froze when he saw the handle turn. He straightened himself, fully expecting you and not wanting to look too desperate after your argument. His heart sank and his shoulders sagged as he saw it was Mae and Caleb back from their nightly feeding.

Caleb locked eyes with Severen as Mae looked around. They both had been gone longer than the others, completely out of the loop.

Diamondback called over to them. "You're late. I told you kids to watch the time."

Mae smiled. "Sorry, got...Carried away and lost track of time."

Homer sneered at that with an eyeroll. The room was errily silent compared to the usual shouting or laughter they came home to on the regular.

Caleb finally spoke up. "Uh...Everything alright?"

Severen didn't answer and no one else did either.

Mae looked around. "Where's YN?"

"Gone. " Homer mumbled as he went to his sleeping corner early.

Diamondback rolled her lips before slowly telling them after a long moment of silence. "YN took a walk and she's not back yet."

Caleb tilted his head. "...But...The sun?"

"Yeah we got eyes, boy." Severen snapped. Shaking his head and moving past them both. "Fuck this, I'm gonna go look for her and drag her ass back here-"

Jesse quickly put a hand on the door to shut it as soon as Severen opened it. Dark blue light to the sky and a pink hue in the distance. Jesse gave him a stern look. "Are you simple or suicidal?"

Severen glared at him. "Jess, I can't jus' wait 12 hours to go lookin' for her!"

"Yeah? And what am I gonna tell her if she comes back and you're nothing but ash?"

Severen gave him an outraged expression, his voice rising. "Ya jus' said she might not come back!"

Severen stared at him long and hard before lifting his hand off the handle slowly, eyes never leaving Jesse's.

"I said it was a possibility...Damn it, Severen! What the hell are you gonna do? Huh!? You gonna risk our safety for a human? This is risky enough she might run off and tell outta spite. I allowed her to be here unturned as long as you turned her in due time...That's been almost 3 months ago, Severen. We supposed to wait another 3 months or maybe 3 years till she makes up her mind? Now I'm not saying she hasn't been a big help during the day for us...But time is ticking. Your time squandering around her mortality is running out, Severen. "

Mae watched intently as she leaned against Caleb. Caleb looked hesitant before he opened his mouth. "I-I can help look for her once the suns down! At least talk to her."

Jesse looked at him a moment before looking back at Severen. "We rest then we'll all keep an eye out for her tomorrow night...But you are not going out into the world with the sun almost up."

Diamondback walked up and placed a hand on Jesse shoulder, urging him to their nook to sleep. Jesse gave Severen one more glance before following.

Caleb stayed behind a bit as Mae called for him. He walked over and put a hand on Severen's shoulder. The two bonded after that stunt he pulled with the van in the sun years ago.

"She'll be back, Severen. She was crazy 'bout ya. Almost as crazy as you are with her." He offered with a grin.

Severen eyed him and nodded. Caleb pulled his hand back and nodded as well. His own gifted spur jingling as he followed Mae to the back of the camper.

Severen sighed heavily and ran a hand over his hair. He SHOULDN'T give a shit. He never did before! He was single with the occasional fling for the better part of his existence...But you were different. He really bonded with you these last few months. He blamed himself not turning you on account of him just wanting to play cat and mouse with you. Wanting to keep that innocent pureness being tainted by him going for as long as he could as a kink at this point...When in reality; it was his own fears. He was scared he'd fall in love with someone that would walk. That he'd turn you and you wouldn't be as in it as he was...Ironic when he considered it now. His usual impulsive nature being tested with you.

He leaned his head against the wall as he closed his eyes. His chest ached and he hated it with a passion. This was an emotion he wanted to be rid of along with his humanity he tossed aside. He thought he did until you came along and won him over. It was love at first sight when he saw you that night. He wanted to turn you then and there, had every intention to but some type of excuse always came up on his part and yours. The more you bonded, the more attached he got. The more attached he got, the more he was scared of the exact thing that happened tonight; scaring you off or you resenting him for eternity for turning you without your permission.

'Shoot, should've just said the hell with it and done it had I known she'd get cold feet after this long.' He thought bitterly.

He didn't expect to sleep but he must have as his eyes snapped open and his head jerked up to banging on the door. He groggily forced himself up and covered himself with a stray blanket; not knowing what time it was. He readied his pistol, prepared for a cop or a random just in case.

He barely opened it just to have you barrel in. He yelped and covered himself from the sunlight pouring in as you shakily slammed the door behind you.

He shoved his gun back in his jeans waistline and ripped the blanket off with a growl; the skin on his hand sizzling from the sunrays touching it. Glaring at you as you had your back turned towards him. "Where the hell have you been?! You think you can jus' run off and come back in whenever you damn well please?! ...YN! Would ya look at me when I'm talkin' to you-" He cut his own sentence off when he forced you to turn around and saw the look on your face.

His eyes widened as he finally took you in. Hair a mess, clothes ripped, tears streamed down your face and bruises littered your body. The bruise forming on your eye had him bristling.

"YN?..." His voice softened, catching in his throat as he saw your lower lip wobble. He felt his brows raise up with dismay as you whimpered. He raised his hands up to cup your face. "Honey, what the hell happened? Where were you? Talk to me." His thumb brushed over a stray tear rolling down your check near your bruise. He gritted his teeth, voice lowering in his throat. "...Who did this to you?...Who the god damn hell did this to you?"

You sniffed. "Some guys. They stopped their truck when they saw me near the road...They...They..."

He stared down at you, his heart sinking so low he thought it would drop out of his ass at this point. He felt sick at the idea. "Did they...Did they touch you? Did those sorry motherfuckers-"

You shook your head and cut him off. "N-No, I got away...Severen...I'm sorry-" You whimpered, rushing to him as he clutched you to his chest. Hearing you sob made the rage he felt get shoved to the side.

He cradled your head to his chest, wrapping his arm around your entire torso to get as close to him as possible. "Hey, hey now. You don't have a damn thing to be sorry 'bout...I'm..." He hesitated a moment, not used to saying it. He finally relented with a long sigh. "I'm the one that's sorry here...I didn't mean to scare ya earlier, sweetheart."

He felt your shoulders shake as you clung onto him. Your fingers gripping his jacket as you sobbed against him. He swallowed, looking up and blinking at the sounds coming out of you before he picked you up and brought you to sit in the corner with him away from everyone else. He dragged the discarded blanket over with his foot before grabbing it and placing it over you in his lap.

"Yer safe now. Ain't nobody gonna hurt you ever again...Never, ever again, baby." He kissed your forehead while he cradled you. You and the sun were the only things keeping him from marching out of that camper and hunting down anyone and everyone that resembled men in a truck. He'd burn this entire tiwn to the ground and every town nearby if it meant killing those responsible for this.

Your fingers clung to his jacket as you laid your head on his chest. Letting sleep over take you, completely exhausted from running the whole way back and stress of it all.

A few hours passed, you woke up and realized you were on the floor along with a blanket tucked neatly around you. You looked up to see Severen and Jesse quietly bickering back and forth.

You sat up and they stopped, everyone in the camper was up and looked at you like you were an alien. Mae was the first to drop to her knees and place a hand on your shoulder. "YN, are you okay? We were so worried about you."

You nodded and tried to stand up.

Diamondback glanced over at you as Mae helped you up. "What did the fellas that did this to you look like?"

You straightened yourself, trying to piece it together. You described the two men.

Jesse folded his arms. "And the truck?"

"Red Chevy...Older."

Caleb asked. "What direction were these bastards goin'?"

"I...I don't know...Towards the East I think."

Severen walked out the camper, letting the door slam behind him and you followed. It was barely dusk, the sky still blue in the distance.

He called out to you. "Just stay here, I'll take care of it. Now I know how sentimental and shit you can be but I'm killing them for the both of us. I can't help it and-"

"No!"

He froze and turned back to you. "What?"

You marched up to him as you heard the others come out of the camper. "I'm going with you."

"YN, ya don't need to"

"I want to." You swallowed, a wavering glare on your face as you stared up at him. "I want to make sure it's them."

"And once I know it's them; I'm going to rip em to shreds...You understand that, right?"

You swallowed and nodded. He sighed and stared a moment before shrugging. "Alright. I suppose I need you to identify em anyways unless we want a fire to take over the whole town."

Homer scoffed with a smirk. "God, you and Jesse are awful proud of that Chicago fire, huh?"

Caleb snickered with Homer, some inside joke as they all stepped forward.

"Then it's decided." Jesse spoke up, his coat on. "We're going huntin' for a special kind of vermin tonight."

You all made your way to the nearest town where you saw the truck go. You instantly felt sick, recognizing their truck parked outside of a business that was closed for the night. Both of them talking with another car.

Severen went to walk towards them and Jesse held him back. Mae flinched as Severen tried fighting to break free. The mere sight of these men making him feral with unbridled rage. Severen jerked away from Jesse with an accusing glare as Jesse gave him a stern glare back. "Not yet! Let's see if they leave the vehicle, we can't have a car get away and tell cops."

You all waited in the dark near the building. You anxiously watched as Diamondback seemed to sense your nerves and nudged you. She gave you a small encouraging smile and you forced a smile back that faded as quickly as it came.

Staring from a distance at the men that mocked and hurt you...You felt anger and shame and fear and disgust.

You all eagerly waited. When the car pulled away; it was on.

Diamondback walked out forst as a distraction, making a noise near one direction as they had lecherous grins her way...Then confused looks as Homer blocked another path... then concern when Jesse and Severen stood in front of the truck. Caleb and Mae hung back near the edge of the building to protect you as you watched.

The look in Severen's eye was chaotic, unhinged rage as opposed to the sadistic glee he usually had. His jaw set tight and a sneer on his face. You realized the minor annoyance he felt towards your argument the night before was NOTHING compared to what he felt towards these men for blackening your eye and attempting to do god knows what else.

The men shouted at them and Severen stepped closer. "You touched what's mine...You disrespected what's mine...You had the fuckin' audacity to hurt what's mine...Now, I don't have any other choice but to rip your spine out yer assholes." Severen growled out as he came towards them with a smirk.

You watched Severen grab the ones throat before Caleb forcibly turned you around and Mae covered your ears. You tried to fight them to no avail, beyond confused and irritated when she mouthed to you. "He doesn't want you to see him like that. He made us promise."

You blinked in surprise, not sure you understood her right but she mouthed it to you a second time while cupping your ears to poorly block out the screams and gunshots you heard. You wanted to be offended that they thought you were some baby that couldn't handle two men hurting you getting their just desserts...But then you remembered your argument with Severen, the look on his face when you backed away from him and your chest hurt at the thought once you realized how he must feel.

It wasn't long before she glanced over Caleb's shoulder and released you and so did Caleb. You shoved past them to see the corpses on the ground. Homer's gun out which honestly surprised you and Severen dropping one while furiously wiping at his mouth with his jacket. Smearing the blood from his lips to his jawline. His shoulders squared and a feral look on his face until he locked eyes with you.

You watched him a moment and he watched you. He didn't walk towards you, he didn't make a move. Just waiting patiently for your reaction to what he just did. You ran to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. Not the least bit worried about the blood getting on you. He bent down and hosted you up in his arm.

Homer sighed and put his gun away. "I got dibs." He pointed to the one he shot as he walked over to feed.

You and Severen ignored them all as you leaned back to look down at him as he held you up. His inhuman strength made picking you up entirely too easy.

You stared down at him, his eyes going to your bruises and black eye. You hated how your wounds didn't instantly heal like theirs did. You hated how scared you were, how helpless, how you seemed to drag them all down. These people that killed for you and the man that was enraged at anyone hurting you.

"...I'm ready."

He blinked at you. "Ready? For what?"

"To turn. I'm ready."

"...Ya sure 'bout that?"

You considered the alternative but still nodded. "Yes, I'm sure...Last night I was terrified. I couldn't fight back and thank god I had the opportunity to run...I never want to feel like that ever again. Besides..."

He raised a brow at you as a smile crossed your lips. "Nobody has ever protected me or fought for me like you have, Severen. If that isn't a sign that I should get bit and start a new life with you I don't know what is."

A slow, disbelieving grin crept up on his boyish face. "Well alright. Can't argue with that logic...Not here. I wanna do that with you in private. Make it special."

You wrapped your arms around him as he held you close.

Jesse and Diamondback stood side by side as Jesse mumbled. "It's about damn time."

Mae and Caleb walked hand in hand once the danger to their family was gone. All while Severen picked you up bridal style and led you off someplace private.

#severen imagine #near dark imagine #near dark imagines #near dark #severen #severen near dark #near dark 1987 #tw rape mention

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eryiss · 3 years ago

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Ship: Freed x Laxus

Rating: Mature [References Bullying and Homophobia]

Prompt: AU Rivalry Teamup

Summary: Sent away to a delinquents academy, Freed knew life wouldn't be easy. That was proven to be the case when he met Laxus, a cocky, aggressive arse who used his fists over his words. At least, that's what he thought when they first met, but things can change over the span of a year.

Notes: This is the sixth submission for Fraxus Week, hosted by @fuckyeahfraxus. This one has a brief descrition of bullying and period typical homophobia.

Links: Event Masterlist ||| Archive of Our Own, Fanfiction

The London School for Delinquent Boys

Year 1890

Location: London, England

"We've a new boy in class today," The teacher – Mister Porland, that's what he'd called himself – said as Freed stood before the blackboard. "Freed Justine. I expect you all to behave and not cause any trouble with him."

Freed would have picked another way to be introduced if he'd been granted the choice. He would have much rather not had an introduction at all, and instead he'd slip into the back of the classroom, wave off all the questions that would be aimed at him, and try and get through the first day without any complaints. Instead, he'd been forcibly marched to the front of a class of about thirty sixteen-to-seventeen-year-old boys – all of whom had been taken from regular education and placed in a disciplinary academy – and been served up almost on a silver platter.

He had to wonder if this was a punishment in and of itself. A hazing from the teachers.

It wasn't that he was intimidated by them, of course. He'd earned his place in the school just like them, and he could more than handle himself, but he didn't care for the fuss. This was as close to jail someone of his age and social stature could undergo and, due to an enthusiast habit of reading and a slight flare for the dramatic, he'd decided prison rules might best serve him. Rule number one was to keep your head down.

A few jeers, exclamations and a patronising whistle filled the room, quickly quietened by the teacher. Freed made an effort not to pay attention to it. Animals, all of them. At least he could be safe in the knowledge that he held moral superiority over them, not that he'd state it out loud. Idiots tended not to like being told that.

Keeping his head down would be harder than he thought.

After he was allowed to take his seat, he was forced to walk through the lot of them to the back of the classroom. The jeering continued, albeit quietly, and someone tried to trip him as he walked. He ignored them, and nearly got to his seat when a particular classmate caught his eye. He wore an arrogant sneer, had a scar running down his face, and had shoulders larger and broader than a student their age ought to have.

Freed would have thought the boy attractive were it not for the look of challenge in his eyes, one Freed knew all too well. This boy was testing him, wanting to see if he would be a victim in the school or someone to be respected. To show him, Freed halted his step, made eye contact with the boy for a few moments, and then continued walking to take his seat.

A little 'hm' was the blonde's only response, but Freed paid it no mind.

Two weeks passed before the blonde actual did anything. The two weeks consisted of Freed getting used to his new surroundings, idiots trying and failing to one-up him in the hopes of looking tough in front of their idiot friends, and the blonde's presence being constant but in the distance. That changed when the blonde approached him in the dinner hall.

"Hey," The blonde grunted in greeting, storming towards Freed. His body was tense, coiled up and ready for a fight. "You think you're better than me or something?"

Freed didn't know why the blonde thought that, exactly, but his response was instant. "Better than you, yes."

He felt that was a fair way to think. The blonde had proven himself to be nothing of note intellectually, he barely spoke in lessons and when he did it was usually to make an unwarranted joke or to get an answer wrong, and he seemed quick to anger. More than once, he'd lurched at another student, looking ready for a fight he'd probably win. The fights never happened exactly, but they seemed like a constant risk. So yes, Freed did think he was better than him.

"This whole thing might 'a worked out in yer old school," The blonde growled, taking another step forward. Freed didn't flinch. "But actin' like yer hot shit and that yer smarter than everyone here ain't working. You're here like the rest of us, and you ain't better just because your pa's got money."

"I don't think I'm better than everyone here," Freed retorted, also taking a step forward. "But I am better than an idiot who can't shut up and takes his hobby by rolling around in the mud, somewhat like a little pig. My betterment was never in question."

The insult wasn't his best. The reference to the blonde's position in the rugby team tenuous at best, and Freed's supposed superiority complex might have shone through – but it annoyed the blonde, so it served its purpose.

He would have rather not been shoved in the chest, though.

Stumbling back slightly, Freed made a choice. He had been told in no uncertain terms that he wasn't to get into another fight, it was partially the reason he was there in the first place, but the blonde deserved a punching. He seemed to be something of an unofficial head-boy, and the fear of him was obvious to anyone who would look, and as such Freed felt a punch to the face was long overdue. He was a student like anyone else, and while others might want to lie down and take it, Freed didn't.

That was why he punched him. It hurt more than he thought it would.

Their fight was hardly that. It lasted less than a minute, and anger overpowered its elegance. Freed perhaps got another two punches in, and received one in return. Teachers were storming over the moment it started, and were dragging them away before it could get out of hand, but Freed felt good to hit the bastard.

"Laxus Dreyar, Freed Justine," Their head teacher yelled, voice filled with a rage that Freed felt was slightly exaggerated given the situation. "My office, now."

As Freed was dragged – literally dragged, which again was an overreaction – into the office, he was sure of three things. He'd already completely failed in his goal of not bringing any attention on himself; his father was going to find out and want him thrashed for getting into a fight again; and Laxus Dreyar had perhaps the most interesting name he'd ever heard.

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"You heard what he did?"

"Nearly killed him."

"Apparently they're gonna kick him out."

"Nah, he's the team captain."

Freed didn't pay attention to the conversations happening around him as he ate. After three months of being in the academy, he'd learned it was best not to. Most of the people had nothing of interest to say, and the people who were interesting were the ones likely to try and start a fight with you if they knew you were listening. He'd learned that when a younger boy, Natsu, tried to punch him and Freed had ended up dumping a bowl of cereal over the man's head and temporarily strangling him with his tie. The detentions and lack of breakfasts for a week had been worth it.

In truth, he'd forged a comfortable place for himself in the school. He was known as the boy who gave Dreyar a black eye, and that title came with its perks. Mainly that most people would leave him alone. He and Dreyar had… something. He couldn't tell if it was a truce, or simply a stalemate. But either way, Freed would enjoy the calm and only reignite the fight should Laxus need another punching.

Other than that, Freed was forgettable in the school. People ignored him, he ignored them, and everyone went on as if he hadn't arrived. The school was fine – teachers were far too happy to punish, but that was to be expected – and their lessons were as good as his old schools had been. Had his parents been scammed, the tuition fee had been high?

His parents were an issue. They hadn't visited, but they were in constant communication with the head teacher, and apparently their 'donations' meant Freed was put under a spotlight by the staff. Maybe that was why they were so quick to punish: they were being paid to do so. Annoying, but it could be worse.

The food, however, was abysmal.

Mashed potatoes and sausages would be a good meal, but the potato was half cooked, and the sausages were tiny. He'd eaten as much as he could stomach within a minute, so he absently played with the food with a slight huff. The rain, as tended to happen in England, was heavily pouring and Freed knew the moment a teacher saw he'd stopped eating he would be forced into the yard for recreational activities. The eating hall was at least partially warm, and he had to admit that the conversation behind him was of interest.

"What's that got to do with anything?" One boy shrugged.

"They don't wanna piss off the rugby team, they all worship him," The other explained. "If they kick him out, everyone gets angry about it, and they fight back. They'll never do it."

"You didn't see the kid," The first dismissed. "Half dead. They've gotta do something."

"Doesn't seem like Laxus to just beat a kid up for no reason," The second argued, and Freed did have to agree. Laxus was an argumentative and aggressive man, but he did tend to stick to people his own age. Mainly those who knew how to fight back, as well. "The kid must have pissed him off."

"Romeo, nah," The first laughed, and Freed frowned. "Kid's nothing. Wouldn't bother Laxus."

Romeo. Romeo Conbolt. It took Freed a moment to put a face to the name, and when he did his fork stalled and his body tensed. He had heard the rumours of a kid being beaten half to death, of course he had, but he hadn't heard who it was. He wouldn't have cared, were it not for the fact he had seen days prior the beating Romeo had endured. Laxus hadn't been the one to beat the kid, it had been a group of six of his classmates.

Freed had stopped it, of course. They were all thirteen, he was seventeen and the boy who got into a fight with the school's toughest figure, so they scarpered when he yelled at them to stop. He told the kid to go to the nurse, and saw the issue as finished with.

Had the kid used Laxus as a scapegoat? Or had it been the group of brats?

Either way, Freed was a man of principles. As much as he wouldn't mind seeing the back of Laxus and his insistence of approaching problems with his fists, it wasn't fair to have him blamed for something he hadn't done. Especially when a grown man beating a kid was something that could get him taken from the school and placed into an actual jail. That wasn't fair. He stood, and quickly started to walk towards the head teacher's office.

"Enter," The headmaster, Mister Fernandes, said once Freed had knocked on the door. Freed entered, and waited in silence. "Mister Justine. It's rare you're here voluntarily."

"I suppose so, sir," Freed agreed, ignoring the insult. "Sir, I have a complaint to make."

"Of course you do," Mister Fernandes sighed, removing a pair of spectacles, and leaning forward in his chair. "You do know that this is a disciplinary institution, and I don't act on the word of my students. If you have issues with your treatment then it's not my concern."

"I understand that sir," Freed assured him. "But my complaint is more about the treatment of another student: Laxus Dreyar."

"You needn't worry about that," Mister Fernandes dismissed the complaint, despite the fact Freed had yet to make it yet. "I know that you and he have something of a… personal vendetta against one another, and I'm sure that the rumours about what he has done have reached you. I will be following a strict set of procedures which will likely end up with him incarcerated for what he did to a younger boy. He'll be out of your hair soon, so don't concern yourself about it."

"That is not my complaint."

"If this is something to do with your silly feud then I'm really not interested by it," Mister Fernandes sighed. "As I said, he'll most likely be out of here within the month. If you can't be civil for that long then that's a bad reflection on your own character. And boys your age really should be fighting their own battles."

Freed bit back a retort, wanting to point out that the time he did try to fight his own battle he was dragged away and reprimanded. Instead, he calmed himself and spoke again with the level of respect a teacher believed they deserved.

"Laxus wasn't the person who attacked Romeo, sir," He said, and the headteacher paused. "It was a group of his classmates. Six of them, I believe."

"And you know this how?" Mister Fernandes asked.

"I walked in on them doing it, sir," Freed admitted, not flinching when the teacher looked at him with sharpened poise. "They stopped when I approached, Romeo went to the nurse's office and I expected him to tell you who actually was responsible, rather than placing the blame on Laxus. Had I known earlier what he'd done, I would have spoken to you sooner."

Mister Fernandes took a moment, thinking before sighing. "He did, actually. He gave me a list of names, before returning a day later stating that it was actually Laxus to blame, and that he'd lied initially as he was worried about the consequences."

"And you believed him?" Freed asked before he could stop himself.

"Are you questioning me, Justine?"

"No, sir."

He was.

"You're dismissed, Justine. Thank you for speaking with me," Mister Fernandes waved a hand in his direction, and Freed nodded curtly and went to walk away. "It was big of you to do this, Justine. Well done."

"It's what's expected of me, sir," Freed dismissed.

"Good man," Mister Fernandes nodded, before waving Freed off again.

Freed left, closing the door behind him. He immediately turned to the right and started walking towards the courtyard, which was still being battered by the heavy rain. As he walked, he was completely unaware that Laxus was leaning on the wall outside of the office, looking at Freed with an expression of mingled bewilderment, disbelief, and belligerent respect.

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The idiom that the enemy of one's enemy was one's friend was a complicated one. It was limited, didn't work for all situations, and seemed to fall apart under any scrutiny. Freed had long since decided that it didn't make much sense when thought about, and yet he found himself subscribing to the idea when it fitted him.

That was the reason he found himself walking into the rugby team's changing room.

Laxus seemed to notice him approaching the moment Freed walked into the room, and stopped mid-way through changing into his kit to stare Freed down. Freed wasn't put off by the intense and lingering gaze of the man, walking towards him without hesitation. The room seemed to quieten around him, and Freed couldn't be sure if it was because of his presence in the room or because Laxus apparently changed in the back corner away from most of his team. That worked well for what Freed wanted, at least.

"The hell are you doin' here?" Laxus said, voice growly and angry sounding. He always sounded like that with Freed, but it seemed more intense today. Perhaps this how he acted before a match.

"I have a favour to ask of you," Freed stated.

"No," Laxus rebutted immediately.

"You might enjoy doing it."

"Wouldn't be a favour, it'd be an opportunity," Laxus smirked, seemingly proud of himself. Freed had to give him credit, it was somewhat clever. "So, what's the great and powerful Freed Justine need from a man like me? Lessons on how to be an idiot; that's what you keep calling me. Or is it a few tips on rolling around in the mud? Y'know, because that's all rugby is, right."

"The captain of the team you're playing," Freed began, rather than rising to the bait. "Hurt him for me."

"What?" Laxus asked, a laugh tainting the word.

"Hurt him," Freed repeated. "Kick him, punch him, give him a concussion if you're able to. Or perhaps accidentally kick him in the balls, that'd be rather nice to watch. Just do whatever you can to make him cry."

"Why?" Laxus grinned, clearly enjoying this.

"You're playing my old school's team, and he's the reason I got sent here in the first place," Freed admitted, ignoring the quirked eyebrow he got. "He deserves more pain than he gets, I suspect. I want you to remedy that."

"And why should I?" Laxus said, voice a little taunting as he continued to change into his rugby kit. Freed forced himself to ignore the strong body that was revealed to him when Laxus removed his shirt. "We ain't exactly friends, are we? Maybe I'd have more in common with him than I do with you."

"Do you need an excuse to hurt someone?" Freed asked, and Laxus held his gaze. Freed eventually relented. "I can tell you the team's weaknesses. The coach wont change tactics and so they can be exploited."

Laxus thought for a moment. "Nah, you don't need to. I'll do it."

"You will?" Freed asked. He… honestly hadn't expected that.

"Yeah," Laxus nodded. "So long as you watch. If I'm gonna put on a show, I wanna know I'm gonna have an audience."

Laxus pulled on his shirt, much to Freed's quiet disappointment, and sat on the bench before his locker. He leant against it and looked at Freed expectantly, who was looking back with confusion and disbelief. His arrival in the changing room was stupid at best – he'd seen the man who had gotten him there in the first place and old resentment bubbled up faster than Freed would have liked – and as such he had thought Laxus would dismiss him. It's what Freed would have done were the situation flipped.

"Why?" Freed asked.

"This place is shit, anyone would wanna punch the guy who put 'em here. I don't get to do it, but it'll be fun to do it to some other guy," Laxus shrugged, standing up and cracking his back when the coach called for the team to leave for their warmups. He stepped past Freed, but halted once they were all alone. "Be there, pretty-boy."

"What?" Freed stammered slightly. Had Laxus just…

"You think I don't know the reason you're here?" Laxus chuckled a little, but it lacked the edge it normally did. He lowered his eyes slightly and spoke softer than Freed was used to. "You two get caught? Or did he catch you with some other guy and squealed on ya?"

Freed shouldn't answer. He and Laxus weren't friends and admitting anything to him was stupid, but he found himself whispering, "The latter."

"Fucker," Laxus growled, equally quietly. Freed didn't know what to think of it. "Yer right, he needs a kick in the balls. I'll handle it."

"Thank you," Freed whispered.

"Don't worry about it," Laxus dismissed. "Besides, I guess I kinda owe you for stopping me from getting expelled, don't I?" Freed frowned a little. That had been half a year ago, and he didn't know that Laxus even knew of it. Laxus didn't seem to notice Freed's change in body language and continued talking with a smirk. "And, you never know, having a pretty little rich boy watching me might make me play better."

That was all Laxus said before slowly dragging a knuckle over Freed's cheek in a gesture so light but so intimate that Freed felt a shiver run over him completely. Laxus grinned at him, pushed his knuckle against Freed's lips for a split second, before leaving Freed alone in the locker room, heart racing and eyes wide.

---

"How did you know?"

"How'd I know what?"

"The real reason I'm here."

Both Freed and Laxus were sitting on the school house's roof. Laxus had been taking a drag of his cigarette when Freed had approached him and sat bedside him, and the blonde absently offered Freed one. He didn't take it, and for a few moments they had been sitting in silence before Freed had broken it.

It was the last day of the school year. Freed would be dragged back to his home, where his parents would no doubt have a list of grievances about his behaviour throughout the year. His father would make threats about how if his behaviour didn't improve immediately, he would be punished off the back of the man's belt. Nothing would come of it, of course – the elder Mister Justine stopped punishing Freed that way the moment Freed was of an age where he could fight back – but the yelling would be near consistent. It always was when Freed met with his parents now.

He wasn't going to complain. There was no point. Instead, he was going to tie off the loose ends of his school life, particularly with Laxus. Because, when it came to the beautifully, and now somewhat flirtatious man, Freed really didn't know where he stood.

"It's obvious, when you've been here for long enough," Laxus explained, puffing out a stream of smoke. "Yer not obvious, I don't mean that, but when you've been here for years you look out for the signs."

"And what were the signs?"

"You never spoke about why you're here other than saying you got into a fight. I'm guessing it was with the guy who told on ya," Laxus shrugged a little, shifting slightly so that his side was pressed against Freed. "Everyone here wears their story like a badge of honour. Getting into fights, beating kids up, stealing from places. They're all good stories and get's you a lot of credit in a place like this. The worse you were, the more respect you get," Laxus chuckled. "There's only one thing that gets you in here that you don't talk about. Yer queer, and you get found out."

"You don't talk about why you're here," Freed pointed out, and Laxus turned to look at him with a lazy smirk.

"My dad saw me with the neighbour kid," He laughed. "He wasn't even good looking, felt sorry for him really and wanted to know what it's like to kiss a guy. But dad walked in, threw a fit, and I've been here since I was thirteen."

"That's awful of him."

"Maybe, but this place ain't so bad once you get used to it," Laxus shrugged again, leaning back against the wall he was resting on. "Kinda funny, really. I'd say about a quarter of the guys are here for the same reason we are. If you know what to look out for, you can have a pretty good time."

"You could have told me," Freed laughed a little. "I've been rather bored."

"If I told ya, I wouldn't have you all to myself," Laxus grinned, and blew a puff of smoke directly into Freed's face. Freed simply quirked an eyebrow. "I've been spending the last couple of weeks showin' off to ya on the field and I think it was working pretty well. Hardly fair on me if I got you all excited only for ya to use it on some other guy."

"You're a manipulative man when you want to be, Laxus," Freed smirked, leaning just a little closer to Laxus. "But you haven't done anything yet, have you?"

"Maybe I want ya to be desperate for me," Laxus whispered, voice low and rumbling. "Maybe I'm waiting for you to make the move on me."

"If that's true, then maybe you've waited long enough."

They were close now, and Freed wanted to be closer. Laxus' hand was resting against his thigh, and Freed leant further in. He could smell the smoke on Laxus breath, see the slight dilation of the man's eyes as he grinned, and slowly brought their lips together in a slow, tentative kiss.

His first kiss. A beautifully electric, smoky kiss that set Freed's very soul on fire.

He tangled his hand into Laxus' short hair, tugging at it slightly and relishing the slight groan that he was given in return. Laxus pushed into him further, and Freed practically melted.

Eventually, when a harsh gust of wind flew over them and shook them from the spell of their kiss, they pulled apart. They were quiet for a moment, the gravity of what happened only just hitting Freed. He had just kissed the brutish, angry, brilliant man he had once expected to hate, and had felt more alive than ever before.

"You better be here next year."

"Nothing could stop me."

"That's right, pretty-boy."

They shared a smirk, and leant forward to reignite another perfect kiss.

#Fraxus Week #Fraxus #Freed Justine #Laxus Dreyar #Fairy Tail #Fanfic #Writing #One Shot #1800's AU #Rivalry AU #Boarding School AU #Word Count: 4.2k

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kurogane-redfox · 1 year ago

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While he may have heard something or another he'd not really focused on any of it. Should Cana decide to explain anything he was willing to listen. He wouldn't know anything about the story being the same or a repeat because he hardly paid much attention to people he didn't know.

"Eh, I might know somethin' but I wasn't payin' that close of attention. Ain't my business or anythin' like that,"

He listened as she ordered their drinks. A social drink was just fine by him. She was one of the few who actually noticed that no matter how much alcohol he consumed he never even got the flush on his cheeks from the effects. He'd never been tipsy before let alone drunk. Having iron innards was mostly to thank for that.

"Wild is one way of puttin' it. If they ever try to get me to go back I'll fight someone."

Really, why had he been the one that got picked for that job in the first place? Gray would have been a much better fit. It was a nightmare. He had people gawking at him and trying to grope him. He didn't like it one bit. The pay was nice but his sanity wasn't worth it.

"Next time that place pops up for a job, the STRIPPER can take it. I ain't touchin' it."

He had people who kept trying to tug his shirts and coat off. He had to get physical with a few of the guys. As a man who stood at 6'5" he'd think that people would take N O for no. Not for 'later on'. He never took any of his clothes off yet they still gave him the full reward anyway probably due to how uncomfortable he'd been the entire time.

"People kept tryin' to get my fuckin' clothes off. It wasn't a job posted for a stripper it was supposed to be a bodyguard gig. It wasn't."

She’s annoyed. — it’s not at Gajeel of course but that doesn’t stop her features from skewing and her eyes rolling as she walks away from the other peoples comments. She was just so sick of the same old story playing over and over again. She takes a seat next to him as her chin find a home in her palm.l; Resting as a sigh parts her lips.

❝ You honestly have nooooo idea Gaj.

Well maybe he does maybe he doesn’t either way she doesn’t want to bother him with the minor details in fact she was more interested in his latest adventure. She ushers for the waitress to come by as she orders her drink and his usual. She knows alcohol has no affect on him. But this was more of a social drink rather than anything else.

❝ I’m fine, really it isn’t anything I ain’t use to you know?? But do tell me— she was great at diverting. ❝ How was your last mission? I heard it was a WILD one!! — She offers him a wink as her tongue pokes out. Her gaze catches a glimpse of the drinks heading there way she gets a bag of jewels out and she insists.

❝ My shout.

#soulbiinding #Verse Fairy Tail gave me a second home #Cana Alberona - soulbiinding #he's just D O N E with that nightmare of a job lmfao #he's of the mind 'if I never have to go back there again it'll be too soon'

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epickiya722 · 1 year ago

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There's a certain part of the bnha fandom that think Bakugo's revival was incredibly stupid and that he deserves to stay dead. It's actually pretty disturbing how badly they want a teenage boy to die while they themselves simp for people like AFO or Shiggy and act like they deserve a second chance "because they're tragic villains 🥺"

And the ones who harass bkdk shippers for claiming their moments as romantic while they wish the exact same moments to happen for their own ships wil never stop being funny to me lmao.

Ain't it something?

It's so funny they pull the "Bakugou is a bully" card, but turn around and harass others. Like they're so pressed about someone enjoying a ship they could simply block tags for and just not engage with the content, that they go as far as to use words like "delusional" for liking a ship, which no one should be doing.

When Bakugou died, I never was so quick to unfollow and block people. It was so irritating that they were celebrating a death of a kid who isn't as bad as a lot of other characters in BNHA and other media.

Now they're whiny because he's back. Well, boo hoo for them.

"It's bad writing that Bakugou is alive again".

It was obvious he was coming back just from him being a popular character. Otherwise, why would Best Jeanist and Edgeshot working to repair his heart? Because he was coming back!

They're only saying it's "bad" writing because they're not satisfied that Bakugou is alive and now look silly.

I do not feel an ounce of pity for them and ain't going to. They were really going around harassing people and being absolutely bullies without even a thought of how they could affect someone's mental health doing that.

I bet some of them right now are reeling in how wrong of their actions are and probably don't see how wrong they were still.

Like, if you are this kind of person, going around in people's inboxes, replying on and reblogging their posts to be an ass because you felt like it, I don't want you around my blog.

"It's just fiction."

Yes, and people use it as an escape from whatever they may be going through, you never know and it's unfair when they can't go to that fiction and enjoy being in a fandom because people are assholes.

And yeah, it is actually so funny to me that people will isn't romantic and even say "they're like brothers" and yet will made edits of THE SAME MOMENTS THEY SAID ARE "BROTHERLY" for their ships. Makes no sense.

Like how are you going to say that the stare Bakugou and Midoriya shared has "no romantic value" to it and "stop making it romantic", but then edit, like... Kirishima in Midoriya’s place and go "SHIP GOALS, BOYFRIENDS"!

First, off... using Midoriya’s face as a base for Kirishima is like... odd. Imagining it in my head looks weird. Their faces are just too different.

Second, ain't Kirishima somewhere else?! I don't think he's even aware that Bakugou died!

Before anyone says anything, yes I know the fights are being broadcasted, but not everyone is paying attention to the broadcast given that they're too busying fighting.

#just kiya's thoughts #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha manga spoilers #bnha spoilers #bakugou katsuki #bakudeku #bkdk

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houseisekai · 4 years ago

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House Isekai Short: Time with Doomguy (Part 1, Phantom Thieves)

With Doomguy's fight against the forces of hell finally over, he disappears from his world, until they need him once more.

...Until then, he has plenty of time to kill instead of demons. He decides to pay a visit to the members of House Isekai, the first stop being Tokyo with the Phantom Thieves...

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Time: 1 year after the events of House Isekai: Shadowbringers, DOOM Eternal/Persona 5 Royal...

[Beneath the Mask (Instrumental) - Persona 5 OST]

- Doomguy sat calmly on the train, looking at the map on his visor.

- He had never been to Japan before. Well, when it wasn't on fire.

- Now that he thought about it, he had never visited Earth during a time of peace.

(VEGA) "The members appeared to be scattered, with Akira and Morgana being the farthest. Sumire and Akechi are unable to be found. However, some appear to be in Yongen Jaya, the members being Futaba, Ann, and Ryuji."

- Doomguy nodded and shut off his map. When he got a look at everyone else, they appeared to not be paying too much attention.

- Maybe they thought he was cosplaying.

- Doomguy made no comment as he just patiently waited for the train to arrive at the station...

...

- Ann, Ryuji, and Futaba exited the supermarket carrying all sorts of goods with them.

(Futaba) "Oof, this is heavy!"

(Ryuji) "Here, lemme help with that!"

Ryuji took some of the bags as Ann set some of the bags on the floor.

(Ann) "Think we should've grabbed a few baskets?"

(Ryuji) "Nah, we can do it all in one trip. Saves us time!"

(Futaba) "Yeah, we can speedrun it no problem! Just gimme a sec and we can pick up the pace."

- Futaba stretched her arms as a couple passed by them.

(Man) "Did you see that weird man in green armor?"

(Woman) "Of course I did, kinda hard to not notice someone that huge!"

(Man) "I-I think he had a gun! We should get moving home."

(Woman) "I-I think it was just a costume, at least I hope."

(Ann) ?

(Ryuji) "Wassup?"

(Ann) "Doesn't that sound...familiar?"

(Futaba) "What does?"

(Ann) "They were talking about a huge guy in green armor carrying a gun."

(Ryuji) "Eh? In the city or...?"

(Futaba) "It's probably just a cosplayer or something."

(Ann) "Hm. I think we should probably keep our eye ou-OH MY GOD!"

(Ryuji) "What are ya-HOLY SHIT!"

(Futaba) "EEP!"

[My Homie - Persona 5 OST]

- The three of them jumped when they saw Doomguy towering over them.

(Ann) "S-Slayer-sensei?!"

(Ryuji) "THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE, MAN?!"

(Futaba) "How did we not hear that?! N-No wait!"

- Futaba was the first to notice his shotgun on his back.

(Futaba) "You gotta put those guns away, you're probably freaking everyone out!"

- Doomguy shrugged and grabbed his shotgun by the stock.

(VEGA) "Opening portal now."

(Everyone) !!!

(Ann) "W-WAIT A-"

- A portal opened behind Doomguy, catching everyone's attention as he tossed his weapon in there, making the portal casually close.

(Man) "WHAT IN THE WORLD?!"

(Woman) "Did you see that?!"

(Ryuji) "OOOOH MAN, YOU JUST MADE THINGS WORSE!"

- Doomguy looked around him and noticed the panic, but he simply just shrugged.

- Trying her best to ignore the screaming, Ann got behind Doomguy and started to shove him towards Leblanc.

- Well, try to anyway. She just angrily leaned against him, trying with all her might to even make him budge.

(Ann) "C-COME ON NOW, INTO LEBLANC!"

(Futaba) "MAKE LIKE A BANANA AND SPLIT, SLAYER!"

- Doomguy shrugged again and headed towards the cafe with Sojiro.

DINGALING!

(Sojiro) "Oh, welco-" ?!

(Futaba) "H-Hey, Sojiro."

(Ann) "Hiiiii....boss?"

(Ryuji) "...Yeah, I ain't got nothing."

- Doomguy offered a simple wave, but Sojiro couldn't find a response.

- Doomguy made his way over to the stools and sat down, pointing to an item on the menu.

(Sojiro) "...Uh-"

(VEGA) "He wishes for the house special."

- Sojiro's head slowly turned to Futaba.

(Futaba) "Heheh uh...long story."

(Ryuji) "You see he's from another-"

(Ann) "COUNTRY! Yeah, he's American, HUUUGE cosplayer nerd!"

(Futaba) "Y-Yup! Scarily good looking too! That voice you heard is like a text to speech device!"

(Sojiro) "And...he's your friend?"

(Ryuji) "Uh, oh totally! He's helped us with our English courses!"

- Sojiro slowly turned to Doomguy.

(Sojiro) "...I see. I'll go ahead and get his order..."

- He slowly reached under the counter, keeping a close eye on him.

(Sojiro) "Anyways, you kids get the ingredients for the party?"

(Ann) "...OH CRAP WE TOTALLY FORGOT!"

(Futaba) "W-We'll be right back! Slayer, be nice!"

(Sojiro) "Wait, his name is 'Slayer'? The hell kinda name is-"

- The three quickly left the cafe before he could get his answer, leaving Sojiro and Doomguy alone.

(Sojiro) "..."

(Doomguy) "..."

(Sojiro) "...Hmph."

...

DINGALING!

(Makoto) "Hello!"

(Yusuke) "We have arrived with our supplies."

(Haru) "I hope we didn't keep you-" !!!

- Ryuji, Ann, and Futaba sat awkwardly at the booths as Doomguy was calmly drinking from his coffee cup and eating the curry.

(Haru) "...U-Um..."

(Ryuji) "Before ya ask, no, we have no idea why he's here."

(Sojiro) "You kids know this guy too?!"

(Yusuke) "He was our combat instructor in Fodlan..."

(Sojiro) "...What?!"

(Futaba) "INARI!"

- As chaos erupted among the group, Doomguy continued appreciating Sojiro's cooking.

- 'This is REALLY good', Doomguy thought to himself.

(VEGA) "We are simply here on vacation. He decided to visit Tokyo first."

(Ann) "You'd think he would at least put away his weapons before arriving to our place first, jeez..."

(Makoto) "He what?!"

(Ryuji) "Opened an 'effin portal too in front of the public..."

(Haru) "Oh...Oh dear."

(Yusuke) "I only pray the authorities will not question him, I remember too well how the Knights reacted to him-"

(Sojiro) "Would someone tell me who he is?! What are you all even on about?!"

(Makoto) "W-Well Boss, we call him the 'Doom Slayer'."

(Sojiro) "...In a way that makes sense?!"

(Futaba) "I mean we DO have a few hours before Akira comes back..."

(VEGA) "Shall I get the recordings?"

(Ann) "I think that would just confuse him more..."

- Doomguy nodded in agreement.

(Ryuji) "Screw it, kinda hard to hide the truth when we got a gorilla in plate armor in front of him."

- Doomguy raised an eyebrow.

(Ryuji) "SH-SHIT! NOT AN INSULT, I MEAN, I DIDN'T MEAN-"

(Haru) "I can only pray Akira arrives faster now..."

[To be Continued]

#House Isekai #House Isekai ARR #doomguy #House Isekai Shorts #VEGA #ann takamaki #ryuji sakamoto #futaba sakura #sojiro sakura #yusuke kitagawa #makoto niijima #haru okumura #phantom thieves

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thegoodgayshit · 4 years ago

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Luz’s mother really doesn’t want to send Luz to camp. She knows once she leaves, there is no going back. But Luz has a knack for getting into trouble, and one day she stumbles into the same type of people her mother would have preferred she avoided. After helping Luz dissolve her high school bully into dust, Eda and Lilith know right away that this kid is just like them - a child of the gods. So Luz hops on a Pegasus and heads to Camp Half-blood, where she embarks on a dangerous quest that makes her both friends and enemies... and she might even save Olympus along the way.

Chapter Twenty-Four: We Help Out Willow’s Big Brother

Luz’s legs were burning.

She was pretty sure she’d never had to walk this far in her entire life. She’d been hiking a couple of times with her Tia Rosa when she was younger, but she definitely hadn’t enjoyed it. And it definitely hadn’t been more than an hour.

The walk down the highway hadn’t been that bad. They’d stayed off to the side of the road, and even been picked up by a nice mom in a minivan at one point. They’d told her that Gus’ dad had a fishing house along Turquoise Lake, and she’d dropped them off right at the edge of the highway. That had probably cut them about an hour of walking, but it was still slow and brutal.

Eventually, the highway had ended and a dirt road took its place. That’s when they started to move uphill. Luz could handle the straight line, but she was wearing vans and wasn’t at all interested in uphill climbing in flat shoes.

After about an hour and a half of moving along this uphill climb, Luz doubled over, clutching her stomach.

“Can we take a quick break? I’m dying here.”

Willow was more than happy to agree with Luz, dropping into a squat right next to her. “Sure, I’m beat.”

“I don’t know guys,” Amity said with a frown. Somehow, throughout the entire hike, she didn’t look even the slightest bit tired. She was sweating a little along her brow but otherwise looked unfazed. “We shouldn’t stop here. We’re exposed.”

“Don’t you guys think it’s a little strange we haven’t run into a single monster?” Gus added. He also looked a little worse for wear, he had shed his button-up and was now just in a t-shirt and jeans. But he was worrying his lower lip, looking around like they would be ambushed at any second. “I mean, we’re four demigods walking in a group, closing in on Mount Pelion. We couldn’t be bigger targets if we tried.”

“Don’t jinx us,” Willow deadpanned, taking a huge swig of water from one of the bottles they’d bought in Leadville. “I really don’t have the energy to fight a monster right now. We’ve been hiking for two and a half hours.”

“If we’re going to take a break, I think we should at least do it in the trees and out of sight,” Amity suggested, and Luz nodded, straightening back up.

“That’s fine with me, any break is a good break.”

They walked off the dirt road and down a little trail until they ended up a creek. Finding a good spot to sit along some rocks, Willow handed everybody a protein bar. Luz collapsed pretty ungracefully along a rock and closed her eyes.

“This is brutal,” she groaned, “and it’s only going to get more intense the higher up we get.”

“It depends actually,” Amity added with a shrug. “We might have to make our way around the mountain in a spiral. Lots of trails don’t go straight up.”

“How do you know all that?” Willow asks, and Amity tucks her arms around her knees.

“I live in the area, remember? My siblings and I go on hikes all the time during the school year.”

“So do you know the trail up Mt. Elbert?” Gus asks, and Amity shakes her head.

“No, we’re not allowed to go near Mount Pelion. I’ve done Mt. Evans a couple of times though.”

“Well that explains how you’re like, not even out of breath at all,” Luz says with a teasing smile. “You’ve got some superhuman hiking strength.”

Amity blushes, rubbing the back of her neck. “It just takes practice. Eventually, you stop noticing the burn in your calves.”

“Ugh, I wish,” Gus groans. “Mine feel like I’ve just run a marathon.

“Do you think we’re going to make it up the mountain before dark?” Willow asks, and Amity immediately shakes her head.

“We shouldn’t, even if we are in a hurry. The higher we get, the more brutal the winds are going to be. It’s just after noon, so we should hike a little longer before we take a break and look for camp.”

“Ok, then let’s get moving,” Luz said, and when she stood up, every muscle in her legs protested. “The sooner we get there the sooner we can stop.”

They started to make their way back to the dirt road, walking in pairs. Amity was leading the charge with Gus next to her, and Luz and Willow hung back, their feet dragging a little more than they would have cared to admit.

They were almost back at the dirt trail when Amity suddenly stopped cold, and Luz wasn’t really paying attention, so she just slammed into her back. Amity stumbled, but Luz reached forward and caught her arm, pulling her back.

“Sorry,” Luz mumbled, but Amity just held up her hand. It was so unlike Amity that Luz quieted immediately, as did Willow and Gus, who were now looking around the clearing with nervous eyes.

“Did you hear that?” Amity whispered, stiffening up.

Luz was quiet, listening to her surroundings as her friends did the same. At first, there was nothing. Just the rush of the creek and the swaying of the trees. But then…

RHEEEEEEEEE!

Luz was so startled by the cry, she jumped right back into Willow, who held her shoulders and kept her steady. Gus and Amity called out their shields, holding a protective barrier in front of them, but it wasn’t needed. The cry had come from somewhere deeper in the trees, and following that right away was another cry, this one human.

A very angry human, cussing so badly her Mami would have washed their mouth out with soap.

Then, another cry from whatever had made that noise.

“Someone’s in trouble!” Willow exclaimed, and all four demigods summoned their weapons. Aletheia spun into a sword, and Luz caught it, and charged through the forest with her friends, her previous exhaustion forgotten.

“What kind of monster is that?” Luz cried out as they sprinted through the trees. There was no doubt it was something from their world. No bear or wolf made a noise like that.

“I have a couple of ideas!” Gus offered, doing his best to keep up and not trip on the rocky ground. “None of them good!”

“Sounds about right,” Luz groaned, before deciding to just focus on running.

Amity eventually skidded to a complete stop right as they broke through a clearing in the trees, and Luz stopped a lot more dramatically next to her, her dominant foot slipping and resulting in Aletheia being held up against her face protectively. When Luz looked past Amity’s shoulder at what was making the sound, she gawked.

In the middle of the clearing, there was a gorgeous white and blue farmhouse, with a huge porch. Luz could make out a clothesline hanging from the top of the porch, and a couple of wicker sitting chairs. There was a variety of hanging plants in the garden, and a huge wreath over the door. And the clearing? It was huge.

In fact, the clearing wasn’t a clearing at all. It was more like a twenty-acre farmers' field, just sitting off the dirt road in mountain country. Luscious green vegetables were growing in the fields, along with potatoes, corn, beans, an orchid of apples, and there was even a gods forsaken red barn smack in the center of it with a couple of animals milling about. The enough was enough to shock Luz since she was pretty sure the soil quality up here couldn’t be great. They looked like they could be in Missouri, not Colorado.

But the biggest shock wasn’t the farm. It was the farmer standing just away from the front porch. The farmer’s huge hands were clasping a boar by the tusks, stopping it from charging. He grunted with effort, gritting his teeth and digging his boots in the dirt, his muscles rippling under a green flannel button up.

Luz had never seen a boar before, but she was pretty sure they were supposed to be that big. It was easily the size of a sedan, with massive beady eyes, and it was doing everything in its power to push against the farmer. It’s feet stamped into the ground furiously as it pushed, and Luz saw the farmer tense as he was pushed back an inch in the dirt, and all the shock drained from her body.

“We have to help him!”

Luz charged forward, her friends at her heels. She approached the boar with a furious yell, and with a quick swing, she managed to take the boar by surprise and cut one of the tusks off sending it spinning into the dirt. The boar was now moving off-balance, diverting away from the farmer and charging in another direction. The farmer stumbled and dropped to one knee.

Gus and Amity charged at the boar with their weapons and shields, keeping it away from the crops. Willow had already leaned down to help up the farmer.

“Are you alright?”

He took her hand and stood, brushing his hands down his dirty jeans. “Thanks, kid,” he said to Willow, his voice gruff and heavy with a deep southern drawl. “I’ll be just fine. But we better go help your friends, cuz’ they ain't’ gonna be fine for long.”

Luz spun around, and her eyes widened in horror. The boar had turned on Gus now and had knocked his shield out of his hand with it’s one good tusk and sent it spinning into the dirt. He stabbed forward with his spear, managing to turn the boar away from him, but now it had focused on Amity, rearing back to charge.

“Amity!”

Luz ran forward, but there was no way she could outrun the boar. Amity didn’t seem to need her help though, because as it charged she sidestepped, managing to graze the side of it with her sword. It wasn’t nearly enough to send it running, but it did squeal and give Luz, Willow, and the farmer enough time to make it to the other two demigods.

They readied their weapons, the five of them standing together and watching the boar murderously. Seeming to realize it was outnumbered, the boar huffed in anger, before turning tail and fleeing, exiting through the trees and out of sight.

Luz exhaled, turning to her friends in terror.

“What was that thing?”

“The Crommyonian Sow,” Gus said, his voice very small as he retracted his spear and picked up his sword. “The mother to the Calydonian Boar. It terrorized the village Crommyon and was later killed by Theseus.”

“Theseus?” Luz asked, her voice quickly rising in anger. “That can’t be a coincidence.”

“It’s not, Luz,” Amity said, and Luz’s gaze flickered up to look at her. Her eyes were wide, but not because of the run-in with the boar. “Your dream!”

Luz paled, and Willow and Gus turned to look at her in confusion.

“What dream?” Willow asked, and Luz recalled the dream she’d had of the mountain, from the fight between Theseus and Achilles, Belos’ order, and the Death Mist. When she’d finished, they both had gone pale as well.

“His exact words were ‘stop them before they find us’?” Gus repeated, fidgeting uncomfortably. “That can’t be good.”

“The Sow started showin’ up today, but it’s come back roun’ here three times lookin’ for trouble,” the farmer said, and Luz jumped, forgetting he was standing there. When Luz and her friends turned to look at him, he stuck his hands in his jean pockets, giving them a white smile.

Luz wasn’t sure how old he was, maybe somewhere in his early thirties? He had curly dark hair and a scruffy beard that made him look like a lot of the dads that dropped their kids off at Luz’s school in the morning. He had a deep tan, and his eyes were a dark green, that twinkled in a way that Luz pegged right away as not human.

Though she should have figured that out already based on the way he held back a boar with his bare hands.

“I’m Demophon,” he said with a little smile. “Why don’t you kids come inside for some lemonade.”

Demophon’s house was really homely. It was an old farm style, with a lot of wooden furniture, and the décor was mainly light greens and blues. In the living room next to a couple of couches was a huge brick fireplace, sitting barren and unused. They sat down at the kitchen table that overlooked the farm fields, and Demophon returned from the kitchen with two pitchers of lemonade and plates of snacks: cookies, fresh veggies and fruit, and sandwiches.

They probably should have been more cautious, considering they didn’t really know anything about Demophon, but they were so hungry they couldn’t care less. Luz’s stomach grumbled in delight as she dug into a little tuna sandwich, washing it down so quickly with lemonade she barely tasted it.

“Thank you so much for the food, Mr. Demophon,” Amity said between bites, and he just shook his head.

“Demophon is fine, Amity. It’s my pleasure to help you kids on your quest.”

The four of them perked up, now looking at him with surprise. The farmer chuckled, but Luz noticed a slight lift in her shoulders. She did the same thing when she was worried about something.

“Yes, I know all about your quest. My mother sent me a message earlier this month lettin’ me know you migh’ be stopping by… and that you were on your way to free Lady Hestia.” For a moment, his nerves disappeared as he turned to Willow, his green eyes twinkling in pleasure. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, little sister.”

Willow dropped her sandwich on the plate, looking up at him in shock. Luz felt her mouth drop open and saw Amity and Gus tense next to her. Willow, eventually, was able to reply.

“You’re my brother?”

Demophon hummed, taking a seat next to them. He crossed his huge calloused hands together on the table and smiled. “Well, in a sense. Demeter is more of my adopted mother. But over the many centuries I’ve been alive, I have come to grow fond of her.”

“You’re Triptolemus’ brother,” Gus said, his voice lowering in realization. Demophon chuckled.

“Trip is my older brother yes. Though he rarely visits. He has many other duties to attend to.”

“But how… how are you alive?” Gus said in awe, and Luz realized that Willow and Amity were leaning in, desperate to hear his story. Luz really needed to brush up on her Greek mythology. Maybe she’d take it as her elective when she went back to school.

“What do you mean how is he alive?” Luz asked, blinking. “He’s a god, obviously.”

“No, Luz Noceda,” Demophon said with a shake of his head. He settled his warm green eyes on Luz with a smile. “I am no god. But I am immortal.”

Luz’s brow furrowed. “How is that different?”

“Demeter is the goddess of the harvest, but also fertility,” Demophon explained, nodding his head to Willow. “My birth parents were favored by my mother, just as Willow’s fathers were. In exchange for their adoration, Demeter sought to make me a god in their honor. She is the mother of the Olympians and worked with Hestia to have me stoked on their fires and made immortal. But halfway through the process, my birth mother found me on the fire and screamed, rippin’ me off the flames. The process was never finished, but it was too late to turn back. I was made immortal, but due to my… imperfection… I was never accepted into the Greek pantheon. So, mother let me have this farm here near Mount Pelion, and that’s where I’ve stayed.”

“Why weren’t you accepted?” Amity asked in shock when he finished. She was looking Demophon up and down. “You look godly to me. You held back that sow with your bare hands, and you certainly haven’t aged over the centuries.”

“There is more to being a god than just strength and immortality,” Demophon answered, his voice turning wistful as he talked. “You need drive: godly essence that comes from owning and having. You need to stand for something and have mortals who respect and favor you. Mortals don’t see me as a person who can grant them good fortune and prosperity, and I have no claim over any aspect of humanity.”

“Because the legends said you died in the fire when your mother found you,” Willow said, her mouth open wide with shock and realization. Demophon shrugged.

“Mortals rarely get the full story, and so they fill in the gaps with what they want to see. Complex situations confuse em’. I think you know what I mean, little sister.”

Willow flushed, and Luz realized that maybe Demophon had a point. Willow was teased for being “half a half-blood”, but she was one of the strongest demigods Luz knew. The more Luz looked at Demophon, the more sympathy she felt for him. It must be incredibly lonely, living for this long and never being accepted into the mortal world or the godly one.

“I’m sorry we brought the monster to your farm,” Luz said slowly, and Demophon looked over at her with the tiniest hints of a smile.

“Now, now of that, Luz. I’m no fool, and unless you’re the man that sent that beast, I have no quarrel with you. But you kids ain’t safe heading up the mountain until that monster’s been taken care of.”

Demophon stood up and went into the kitchen, but came back relatively quickly. He had a cloth package in his hands, which he handed to Willow.

“These are some of my mother’s apples. She has me grow them here in case harvest on Olympus is poor. It never is, so I always have plenty. When you need a boost, take a bite. Hopefully, it helps you on your quest.”

Willow held the package so gently in her hands, it was like she was afraid they would disappear. She looked up at Demophon in awe.

“These apples… they haven’t been trusted to mortals in centuries. Why would you give us something like this?”

Demophon’s face suddenly went dark.

“I want Belos gone just as much as the Olympians do. Hestia is the reason I’m here, able to tend to my farm and my livestock. She’s always been kind to me… kind to all who cross her path and say hello.”

He looked over at the huge fireplace in his living room, which was completely dark. His eyes were fixated on it, like the sight of it alone physically pained him.

“My fire hasn’t lit since she was taken,” he said, his voice breaking slightly on those last few words. “Without her, all the love and light and happiness that we know will fade from existence. Somebody needs to stop him, and get her back. If I were not bound to this farm, I would go up the mountain myself. I will do anything I can to help you.”

Demophon sat back down at the table and went back to cradling his calloused hands in his lap. Luz was suddenly struck with a pang of homesickness. Demophon did the same thing with his hands her Mami did when she was worrying herself sick about something. He was just as scared about the success of the quest as they were.

“You seem to admire Hestia a lot,” Luz said quietly, so quietly she wasn’t sure anybody would hear her. But Demophon looked up, and so did her friends, turning to look at Luz. She glanced at Amity, for only half a second, and realized that she was watching Luz with a careful expression.

Had she overstepped?

Demophon met Luz’s gaze, and that’s when Luz saw it. It was the same look Amity gave her when she was grappling with a decision. To tell or not to tell.

“I’ve had so few people I could truly call a friend while I’ve worked this farm,” he eventually said, glancing over at the fire. “I could always rely on Hestia to show whenever I lit that fire and passed on my offerings. There are so few certainties in a life as long as mine. If you were in my place, would you be happy with that changing in the blink of an eye?”

“No,” Luz said immediately. She couldn’t imagine just sitting at her Mami’s apartment while her friends were in danger. She’d do anything to protect Willow and Gus. She’d do anything to protect Amity.

She’d move the entire mountain by herself if she had to.

She opened her mouth to reply, to assure Demophon that they would do everything they could to save her, but she didn’t get the opportunity to. Because Amity spoke next, swallowing hard before shaking her head.

“I’ll get her back,” Amity said, leaning in to look Demophon in the eye.

It was so surprising Luz couldn’t help but turn and look at Amity out of the corner of her eye. Amity’s expression was startling. Her face looked exactly like how Luz was feeling.

“I’ll break her out of the cage and make Belos pay no matter what happens. I swear it on the River Styx.”

Outside, thunder rumbled. The temperature in the room seemed to drop. Willow and Gus were looking at Amity with a mixture of shock and horror on their faces. Luz didn’t really know what was happening, but judging by the equally as awed look Demophon was giving her, whatever she’d done was pretty serious.

“You don’t know what you’re promising me, kid,” Demophon tried, but Amity shook her head, leaning in again with such a ferocity Luz couldn’t look away no matter how hard she tried.

“I do know,” she insisted, reaching forward and gently resting her hand over his. “I know that nobody deserves to have someone taken from them. Being around the people you love makes life worth living.”

Willow cracked a small smile, nodding her head and leaning forward to rest her hand on top of Amity’s.

“She’s right. I’ll help too.”

“Me too!” Gus added, reaching forward to put his own hand on top of Willows.

Luz broke into a grin, nodding and adding her own hand to the now growing pile. “Obviously I’m in too. We’ll free Hestia, even if Theseus throws a hundred more stupid pig-boars at us.”

“Let’s hope he doesn’t,” Amity deadpanned, and Luz laughed, hard enough that everyone at the table cracked into smiles. Even Demophon, who was looking so grateful Luz thought he might start crying.

“Thank you, kids,” he said, wiping at his face. “You have no idea what this means to me.”

“We do know. That’s why we want to help,” Luz insisted, her whole body vibrating with adrenaline at what they were about to do. “Now let’s go make some pork chops.”

#the owl house #lumity #luz x amity #Percy Jackson AU #shelby speaks

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kuronanox · 4 years ago

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Comfort and lost - Gin Ichimaru

"Ichimaru Taicho, I have the papers you asked for." (Your Name) tells him as she sets them on the desk. Gin sat on his chair with a sly smile on his face. "Yer really bustin ya butt for me."

She awkwardly bows her head and takes a leave. "Do I creep ya out?" He teases walking towards her with his hands behind his back.

"No." She says.

He stops walking with the smile on his face. Gin didn't know why he chose her as his third seat but ever since she came into his squad Gin couldn't tell if she enjoyed her time here. He had to admit he was a bit interested in her.

"Taicho?" She calls out bringing him back to reality. "Are you okay?"

Placing her hand on his forehead he goes back to his desk. "Just peachy." He replies letting her leave now.

Looking down at his papers Gin frowns. The only person who showed him affection was Rangiku but that was a different story. (Your Name) was just mysterious to him he couldn't help but try to converse with her.

"Oo (Your Name)?" Kira says walking out his office, it was pretty late at night about midnight. "Izuru!" (Your Name) exclaims.

"Why are you here so late?" He questions a little suspicious since she wasn't a lieutenant.

"Ah, Ichimaru Taicho wanted me to get him some papers because you were busy all day. I'm about to head to my room, wanna walk together?"

"Sure."

If (Your Name) had to admit the 3rd squad gave her weird vibes. One because the Captain was mysterious, two the Vice Captain was so gloomy and third it was rather quiet and eerie here.

Although a unusual friendship bloomed with her and Kira to the point she used his first name. A part of her thought he was lonely and so she wanted to break his shell.

"Has Taicho been acting weird to you lately?" Kira asks her as they got farther away from the office. (Your Name) side glances at Kira and nods. "You think so too? I thought I was the only one that noticed."

"I think something is bothering him but I can't tell. Taicho is very secretive." Kira admits looking down probably upset he isn't as close to Gin as he would like to be.

That night (Your Name) kept tossing and turning in her bed, the night terrors were occurring often. She didn't know when they started but it happened recently a lot lately.

"(Your Name)!" Her friend shouts out as they ran around the sandy route of rukongai.

"Hurry or else they will catch us!" (Friends name) says from behind.

(Your Name) closed her eyes hugging the loft of bread tightly in her arms. Running faster trying not to get caught they made it to their hide out.

Picking up a boulder they used as a door they set the bread in their 'pantry'. Living in rukongai was a survival game. A lot of them were poor and the crimes were high.

At the young age of 16 her and (Friend Name) both lost their family and decided to live together.

"We have to take from someone else's stall now, they notice when we are around." (Your Name) says and her friends lay down on the dirt ground exhausted.

"Yeah, I'll get the next steal." A smile form on her friends face as they giggle towards each other and enjoy the dry bread.

It had been over an hour already and (Friends Name) still wasn't back. (Your Name) was getting worried as she searched.

Walking past a few stalls they seem busy with other customers but they only stole from this area so where was (Friend name).

A scream from the woods caught her attention as she ran to the area. The blood spilled everywhere as (Friend Name) laid on the floor.

"You brats thought you could steal from me for the rest of your life. It's time to pay for the price!" The seller man screams running towards her with the knife in his hand.

A part of (Your Name) wanted to run and hide but her friend was already gone from this world and it seems like (Friend Name) put up a good fight because there was scratch marks all over the man.

Kicking his shin he fell on the floor as she tried to snatch the knife from his hand as he punched her face. "Owe!" She yelled holding her face.

"It's your turn!"

"Shinso." (Your Name) hears as a long blade plunged through the man's body. Instant death as he fell on the floor lifeless.

"Looks like I found a baby deer." Gin says helping her up. "You should join the academy ya know. A waste to be stuck here! Plus yer friend ain't here no more."

She shutters in fear and looks at (Friends name) lifeless body as she fell to the ground sobbing.

(Your Name) screams throwing the blanket off grabbing her head as a pair of arms catches her shoulders. "(Your Name)?" Gin calls out tilting his head in confusion.

"Ichimaru Taicho?" She calls out looking up to him, the fear in her eyes as she leaned close to him.

"How did you get in here?"

"You've been screaming for the past hour." Gin states as she looks down at her hands. It was weird but she was in his embrace and she didn't want to leave it.

"You've been having night terrors." He then tells her as she lays her head on his chest as he caresses her hair.

Noticing how close their proximity was with each other she kindly separates from him and hops off of bed.

"I'm sorry, I need some fresh air." She tells Gin as he observes her room to see bottles of sleeping pill next to the bed. "Taicho do you wanna join me?"

The normal smile he always had on his face appeared as Gin agreed to. It was silent as they sat on the wood floor looking up at the moon.

(Your Name) couldn't read Gin but he always showed affection by his body movements towards her. There were many nights he had to wake her up and sometimes Kira would be by the door worried.

"I don't know why I keep getting these night terrors." She tells Gin.

"Ya stressed, don't worry about the past trauma." He advised her as she stared at her hands again. The blood that was spilled everywhere was tainted on her body.

The red liquid falling from her face and the sad look in (friends name) eyes as she buried the grave. The lonesome house she lived alone in for the next year and the sleepless nights all shaped her today.

A soft hand held hers as (Your Name) looked up to see Gin looking down at her again with concern. "Yer fine now, I'm here."

"I'm sorry, I keep spacing out. I'll try to stop." A small smile on her face as they saw the sun rise, a heavy body leaned onto her. Gin was asleep. "Jeez I can't really move now."

The night terrors got worse when it was learned that Gin was also behind the betrayal of the Soul society.

She remembered his face the day he left, it was almost as he was asking for help.

A part of her wanted to accept the feelings she had for him but she could never. (Your Name) knew Gin and Rangiku had a special relationship she didn't really know much about, but she wouldn't mess with it.

(Your Name) sadden a little more knowing she could never be his number one.

Kira was feeling down also, it was a sad day for many and a rude awakening for all of them.

"Gin still care for us?" (Your Name) asks the blonde man as they sat across each other with a sake bottle in the middle of the table.

"Taicho told me the day before the betrayal to watch over you." Kira says to her as she gasp.

"Funny because he told me the same thing."

"What was on his mind?" (Your Name) continues as they both toasted over the sake.

(Your Name) didn't like to sleep at night because she knew the nightmares would come again and no one would be able to stop them.

"Maybe I've diagnosed insomnia? I don't sleep much these days, especially since I've taken over Vice Captain duties and Kira took over Captain duties for now."

"My mind is in chaos everyday wondering if the path I chose was right?" Gin tells her as they sat in his office a sunny afternoon day.

"What do you mean??" She calls out but he doesn't answer.

"There are times where I feel lost and unmotivated but I care for the ones I love the most."

It was almost like Gin couldn't see her because every word she called out he couldn't hear.

"I'll do whatever it takes to make them both happy again even if it's wrong to love them equally."

"Gin?!" She screamed out his name but he only looked away from her.

"I'm afraid I've broken both their hearts."

"GIN!" (Your Name) screams as Kira was besides her worryingly. "Are you okay?" He asks handing her a cup of water as she drinks it.

"I've been getting nightmares again. Taicho was in it." She tells Kira as he sat besides her. They both are quiet, the air has some tension because they know it's been rough on them both.

"I have to get some medicine, I can't keep waking you up."

"It's fine. We are here for each other." Kira tells her as she looks up to him surprised. He was right, they've leaned onto each other for help and support. It was a healing process for them having to lose someone precious.

"I guess you are right." She chuckles laying back down as he made a futon next to hers. It was a normal thing for them now.

They had no one in their lives any more they were family now.

#bleach #bleach oneshots #bleach x reader #bleach imagines #bleach oneshot #gin ichimaru #izuru kira #kira izuru #ichimaru gin #gin #tite kubo #kubo tite

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dungeondicedivaarchieve · 3 years ago

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A few months ago I typed up some comments about the anime-only scene between Otogi and Honda on the blimp. Found here.

Well... now I'm here to talk about what happened before that scene. Because I read so much more into it.

Let's take a walk.

Please keep in mind that a great deal of this speculation comes from the belief that, despite Mr. Clown not being seen in the anime, he still exists and his relationship to his son is very similar. Also please keep in mind that this is all speculation from someone who has spent waaaayyyy too much time looking into everything Ryuji Otogi says/ does.

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We join our heroes shortly after Yugi's Duel with Bakura. Ryou has fallen unconscious and the stab wound he sustained earlier has re-opened (unless you're watching the dub where blood doesn't exist.)

Otogi's first line comes after Shizuka has asked Kaiba to land the plane, and the camera cuts to her making a pose that demonstrates both uncertainty and discomfort. Kaiba stares at her and Honda and Otogi both get between them... to Honda's annoyance.